Murphy and O'Brian are sound asleep when the phone rings. Its the coroner asking them both to come down to the morgue and identify the body of their good friend Clancy.

They both go down and the coroner explains that Clancy was burned up in a fire and they need a close friend to identify the body. Murphy and O'Brian are taken in and see a blackened corpse lying on the table face up. They study the face but are unable to identify the body.

"Turn him over," says Murphy. "Yes," states O'Brian, "You must turn the body over." So the coroner rotates the body and places it face down on the platform. Immediately, Murphy and O'Brian take one look at the corpse's rear end and state emphatically, "Nope, thank the Lord, that is definitely not Clancy." They are quite elated.

So the coroner asks them how in the world they can tell for certain that the corpse is not Clancy? Murphy states simply that this body only has one arsehole, and everyone knows that Clancy has two. At this statement the coroner is quite baffled. "Two arseholes?" he asks, "Nobody has two arseholes."

Murphy and O'Brian say, "Why everyone in town knows that Clancy has two arseholes. Whenever the three of us are walking down the road, people all over town will say, 'There goes Clancy with them two arseholes."

I've always found death humor to be most appreciated in hospitals.

Best wishes for a speedy recovery, Khatt.

Mike.