It is the Christmas season and the judge is in a benevolent mood.
He asks the accused man: “Well, Mr Jones, what crime were you accused of committing this time of the year?”
“Doing my Christmas shopping early, your honour,” replies Mr Jones humbly.
“That’s no crime,” comments the judge. “What time did you do your early Christmas shopping?”
“Just before the store opened.”
Sam died and left $50,000 in his will for an elaborate funeral. As the last attenders left, Sam’s wife Rose turned to her oldest friend Sadie and said: “Well, I’m sure Sam would be pleased.”
“I’m sure you’re right,” replied Sadie, who leaned in close and lowered her voice to a whisper. “Tell me, how much did it really cost.”
“All of it,” said Rose. “Fifty thousand.”
“No!” Sadie exclaimed. “I mean, it was very nice, but really… $50,000?!”
Rose nodded. “The funeral was $6,500. I donated $500 to the church for the priest’s services. The food and drinks were another $500. And the rest went towards the memorial stone.”
Sadie computed quickly. “$42,500 for a memorial stone? Exactly how big is it?”
“Seven and a half carats.”