Friday, 1 June 2012

*Last will & testament of a farmer *

I LEAVE:

To my wife: My overdraft at the bank. Maybe she can explain it.


To my son: Equity on my car. Now he will have to go to work to meet the
payments.


To my banker: My soul. He has the mortgage on it anyway.


To my neighbor: My clown suit. He will need it if he continues to farm as
he has in the past.


To the farm credit corporation: My unpaid bills. They took some real
chances on me. I want to do something for them.


To the junk man: All my machinery. He's had his eyes on it for years.


To my undertaker: A special request. I want six implement dealers and six
fertilizer dealers for pallbearers. They are used to carrying me.


To the weatherman: Rain, hail and snow for the funeral please. No sense in
having good weather now.


To the grave digger: Don't bother. The hole I'm in now should be big
enough.


And lastly


To the monument maker: Set up a jig for the epitaph. "Here lies a farmer
who has now properly assumed all of his obligations."
*

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