An old man was critically ill. Feeling that death was near,
he called his lawyer. "I want to become a lawyer. How much is
the express degree youtold me about?"
"It's $50,000," the lawyer said. "But why? You'll be dead
soon, why do you want to become a lawyer?"
"That's my business! Get me the course!" Four days later, the
old man got his law degree.
His lawyer was at his bedside, making sure his bill would be
paid. Suddenly the old man was racked with fits of coughing
and it was clear that this would be the end. Still curious,
the lawyer leaned over and said, "Please, before it's too
late, tell me why you wanted to get a law degree so badly
before you died?"
In a faint whisper, as he breathed his last, the old man
said, "One less lawyer . . ."
     
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