RABBI SCHWARTZ'S TERRIBLE FUNERAL JOKES OF THE WEEK I hate how funerals are always at 9 a.m. – I'm not really a mourning person. When Berel was younger, he just hated going to family weddings. All of his uncles and aunts used to come up to him, poke him in the ribs, giggle, and say to him, "You're next, Berel." But they stopped doing that after Berel started doing the same thing to them at funerals. A man dies, and his friend is invited to his funeral. This friend asks his wife "Can I say a word?" "Of course" she says. The man stands up and says "Plethora" The man's wife says "Thanks, it means a lot" They asked me to speak at this funeral, and I said "Of corpse"! Moe Levine used to run the local bus service line from Monsey to Manhattan. When has passed away at age 65, the newspaper obit read. "The funeral will be held on Thursday at 7:30, 8:10, 10:20, 5:30, 8:40 and 10:50." Sally Roth, an elderly lady from New York, was getting her final affairs in order. She prepared her will and made her final arrangements. As part of these arrangements, she met with her Rabbi to talk about what type of funeral service she wanted, etc. She told her Rabbi she had two final requests. First, she wanted to be cremated, and second, she wanted her ashes scattered over Bloomingdales. "Cremation!" said Rabbi Rosenberg. "God Forbid, do you realize that this is forbidden by the Torah?" "I do indeed," said Mrs. Roth. "I'd like to speak with you about this Mrs. Roth," said Rabbi Rosenberg. "Before we do that, may I ask, why Bloomingdales?" "That way," said Mrs. Roth, "I know my daughters will visit me twice a week." Howard was 90 years old, very ill and in the hospital, and his Rabbi went to pay him a visit. As the Rabbi walked up to the bed, Howard 's condition began to deteriorate, and he motioned frantically for something to write on. When the Rabbi gave him a pencil and a piece of paper, Howard used his last ounce of energy to write a short note. Then he died. The Rabbi placed the note in his jacket pocket and said prayers. Later, at Howard's funeral, as the Rabbi was finishing the eulogy, he suddenly remembered the note. "I've just remembered," said the Rabbi to those present, "that Howard handed me a note just before he died. I haven't looked at it yet, but knowing Howard, I'm sure there's a word of comfort in it for all of us." The Rabbi opened the note and read, "Help, you're standing on my oxygen tube!" Sam died. His will provided $50,000 for an elaborate funeral. As the last attendees left, Sam's wife Rose turned to her oldest friend Sadie and said, "Well, I'm sure Sam would be pleased." "I'm sure you're right," replied Sadie, who leaned in close and lowered her voice to a whisper. "Tell me, how much did it really cost?" "All of it," said Rose. "Fifty-thousand." "No!" Sadie exclaimed. "I mean, it was very nice, but really... $50,000?" Rose nodded. "The funeral was $6,500. I donated $500 to the shul for the Rabbi's services. The shiva food and drinks were another $500. The rest went for the memorial stone." Sadie computed quickly. "$42,500 for a memorial stone? Oy vey, how big is it?" "Seven and a half carats Friends and family were at Finchley cemetery for Moshe's funeral. Just before the funeral service commenced, Rabbi Zeller goes over to Ruth, a very elderly widow, and asks, "So how old was Moshe?" "He was 99, kin-a-hora," replies Ruth, "two years older than me." "So you must be 97?" says Rabbi Zeller. Ruth replies, "Yes, hardly worth going back home is it?" Moishe meets Arnold at their social club and asks how Abe's funeral went the other day. "It went OK, Moishe," replied Arnold, "but at the end of the Rabbi's eulogy, I had to try and stop myself from laughing aloud." "Why was that?" asks Moishe. "Well," says Arnold, "throughout his marriage to Miriam, she was always telling me what a mean man he was. He never had a steady job and the money he brought home to her wasn't enough for food and clothing, let alone holidays. Yet he drank heavily and often stayed out all night gambling. Altogether, a good husband he was not. But at the funeral, the Rabbi spoke of how wonderful the deceased was - so considerate, so beloved, so thoughtful to others. Then, when the Rabbi had finished, I heard Miriam say to one of her children, "Do me a favor, David, go see whether it's your father in the coffin." "According to most studies, people's number one fear is public speaking. Number two is death. Death is number two. Does that sound right? This means to the average person, if you go to a funeral, you're better off in the casket than doing the eulogy."― Jerry Seinfeld It's the World Cup Final, and a man makes his way to his seat right next to the pitch. He sits down, noticing that the seat next to him is empty. He leans over and asks his neighbor if someone will be sitting there. 'No,' says the neighbor. 'The seat is empty.' ' This is incredible,' said the man. 'Who in their right mind would have a seat like this for the Final and not use it?' The neighbor says, 'Well actually the seat belongs to me. I was supposed to come with my wife, but she passed away. This is the first World Cup Final we haven't been to together since we got married.' 'Oh, I'm so sorry to hear that. That's terrible….But couldn't you find someone else, a friend, relative or even a neighbor to take her seat? ' The man shakes his head. 'No,' he says. 'They're all at the funeral |