Bob, a funeral home employee, walked into his house one evening with a nasty shiner. His wife took one look at him and demanded an explanation.
“Rough day?” she asked.
“You have no idea,” Bob muttered. “I got called to a hotel where a guest had died. The manager said they couldn’t get him into a body bag because of… well, a certain physical issue.”
His wife crossed her arms. “What kind of issue?”
Bob rubbed his temples. “Let’s just say the guy was stiff—in more ways than one. So, I tried to… adjust things. I grabbed it with both hands and bent it down to make him fit.”
His wife cringed. “Oh my God, that’s disgusting! But how did you get punched?”
Bob sighed. “Because the dead guy was next door. I was in the wrong room.”
