One of the city's top cardiac specialists died.
At his funeral, his coffin was placed in front of a huge replica of a heart, made of red roses.
When the pastor finished the sermon, and everyone had said their good-byes, the large heart opened up, the coffin rolled inside, and the heart closed again.
It was a majestic tribute to the much loved cardiologist.
Suddenly, one of the mourners burst into a fit of laughter.
Irritated by his insensitivity, the man sitting next to him asked, "Why are you laughing, Mister?"
"I was just thinking about my own funeral," the man replied. "I'm a gynaecologist".

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