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An old woman took her husband to the doctor. The doctor checked the husband’s pulse, then told the woman, “I’m sorry, your husband is dead.”
The woman was shocked. “I don’t believe it. Are you sure? I want to be absolutely sure, are there any other tests you can do?”
The doctor responded, “I’m quite sure, but if you’d like we do have some alternative tests that we can perform.”
“YES! I have to be absolutely certain.”
The doctor shrugged, sat down on a stool and yelled out the door, “send in Mrs. Fluffkins!”
In walked a black house cat. The cat jumped onto the examination table, walking carelessly on the unresponsive body of the woman’s husband, the cat swatted at the man’s face a few times, then jumped off the table, meowed twice and walked out of the room.
“Just as I thought,” said the doctor. “Dead. Send in Walter!”
In walked a Labrador retriever, the dog walked over to the woman’s husband, smelled his hand which was dangling from the table. The dog turned to the doctor, his big expressive eyes raised up to meet the doctor’s gaze, then the dog shook his head and walked out of the room.
“Just as I thought,” said the doctor. “Dead. Send in Collin!”
Suddenly a towering Aussie in safari gear burst into the room. A pair of binoculars hung from a strap around his neck. He pulled them up to his eyes, looked at the husband for a second, then turned to the old woman and yelled, “OY CUNT YA HUSBANDS FUCKIN’ DEAD” and walked out of the room.
“Thank you Collin,” said the doctor, making a note on his clipboard, then yelled down the hall “Ma’am can you come in here?”
A elderly woman walked slowly into the room, peered through her thick glasses at the body of the husband on the exam table, shook her head, then sat down at a typewriter in the corner, clacked away at the keys for a few seconds. Ding. She pulled a card out of the typewriter, and handed it to the doctor.
The doctor looked at the card, “Dead. Thank you ma’am, that’ll be all.”
The doctor suddenly hopped up from his stool. He picked the stool up by the legs and swung it over his head, crashing the seat down on the body of the husband. The husband’s lifeless body flailed under the impact, then settled back to rest on the table. The doctor set the stool down, then jotted something on his clipboard.
“I’m sorry to inform you that your husband is definitely dead.” He handed her a piece of paper detailing the test results. “Take this to the front desk and they’ll check you out.”
The old woman took the slip of paper to the front desk.
The receptionist looked it over, and giving the old woman a sad look said, “I’m sorry for your loss. That will be $32,000.”
“32 THOUSAND DOLLARS?!?!? That can’t possibly be right, I’ve never paid that much to see the doctor.”
The receptionist looked over the paper again, “Well it’s $100 copay for the doctors visit, but then it shows you also requested a cat scan, a lab report, a Collin-oscopy, a ma’am-ogram, and a stool analysis.”