I got this one from Garnet Rogers... inspired to learn it from the patter he used to introduce it with... told a quite funny story about a chum of his who's dad died and asked to have his ashes scattered on the north shore of Lake Superior... one of his sons was doing time in a Mexican jail and couldn't make it back in time for the service, so was greeted with pictures of the affair once he did finally make bail...

"Nice picture", he said, "But what's that big smudge on the shore line?"

"Well", said his brother, "You remember how dad always taught us, when photographing a landscape, to always have some body in the foreground..."

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