There's the old joke about the epitaphs:

For her birthday, he bought her a tombstone with the epitaph, "Here lies Maude. Still frigid."

For HIS birthday, she bought one that read, "Here lies Hank. Finally stiff."

Don't get me started -- I know lots and lots and lots of jokes and puns about this subject. I used to make and set tombstones, and my brother did that AND was once a gravedigger. (We can even answer Hamlet's question, "How long must a man lie in the earth ere he rot?")