The undertaker in a country town was driving his horse drawn hearse to the cemetery at the top of the hill.
The incline was steep but the horses were doing fine.
Suddenly the coffin broke loose inside the hearse, hit the back doors, shoved them open and fell out, sliding down the hill.
As the coffin picked up speed, people started screaming warnings to those in its path.
When the druggist at the bottom of the hill heard the commotion, he looked and saw the problem.
Thinking quickly, he ran to a shelf, grabbed a bag of cough drops and threw it as hard as he could.
It stopped the coffin. ;-)
Sick dog joke. I will use it.
I am reminded of a similar play on words my mother taught me. With apologies to Shakespeare fans
"TB or not TB, that is the congestion.
Consumption be done about it?
Of cough! of cough!
It's not the cough that carries you off,
It's the coffin they carry you off in."
These are the treasured weird things from childhood that stick in my brain
My mother used to cough a lot and when people showed concern, she always said, "It's not the cough that carries you off, it's the coffin they carry you off in."
BBurns
Loc: South Bay, California
It wasn't the cough that carried him off.
It was the coffin they carried him off in.
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