A miserly man died.The widow went to the prist and asked him,'How much will it cost?---you have to deliver a speech.'
He said,' there are speeeches and speeches. The best will cost two hundred dollars.'
'Two hundred dollars? the woman said,'My husband would not have allowed that much luxury. Isn't there a cheaper speech?
The man said,'there are hundred dollar's---but then I will not be able to praise him much.'
The woman said,'still come a lower.'
And the priest said.' okay, fifty dollars---but then I will just stick to the facts.'
The woman said,'Fifty dollars is still too much,'
Then he said,' Okay, ten dollars---but remember, then I will have to tell the truth.'
When person dies, we start telling lies...beautiful lies. In India everybody dies and goes to heaven--even politicians. Nobody seems to go to hell,hell must be absolutely empty.
death seems to be very important to us.
We are death-obsessed.
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