Specialty Send-Offs
At the funeral of a well-loved cardiologist, everything was done just right. The chapel was full, the flowers were beautiful, and behind the casket stood a giant heart made entirely of roses.
After the eulogy, something remarkable happened: the heart slowly opened, and the casket gently rolled inside. Then the heart closed, as if to say, “Rest easy, doc—you’re home.”
It was a touching tribute… until one man in the back let out a sudden burst of laughter.
All heads turned.
“I’m so sorry,” he said, wiping his eyes. “I was just picturing my own funeral. I’m a gynecologist.”
And somewhere in the corner, the proctologist fainted.
