WRONG RESURRECTION DAY
There was an alcoholic who kept putting off coming to grips with his habit of alcoholism. His family in desperation decided to frighten him into getting some help. One night he came home drunk, and they picked him up and carried him out to the cemetery. They buried him there, with only his head protruding from the ground. When he finally came to, it was already morning. The birds were singing and the sun was shining. With his customary lack of concern, he looked all around at the forest of tombstones about him and said, “Well imagine that. Resurrection day, and I’m the first one up.” By Louis Valbracht
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