From buddy Thu Jan 13 10:52:48 1994
Date: Tue, 9 Nov 1993 14:11:07
Subject: Forwarded mail....

The last will:
I leave:
        To my wife, my overdraft at the bank -- maybe she can explain
                it.
        To my banker, my soul -- he has the mortgage on it anyway.
        To my neighbor, my clown suit -- he'll need it if he continues
                to farm as he has in the past.
        To the ASCS, my grain bin -- I was planning to let them take it
                next year anyway.
        To the county agent, 50 bushels of corn, to see if he can hit
                the market-- I never could.
        To the junk man, all my machinery -- he's had his eye on it for
                years.
        To my undertaker, a special request -- I want six implement and
               fertilizer dealers for my pallbearers.  They are used to
               carrying me.
        To the weatherman, rain and sleet and snow for the funeral,
                please -- no sense in having good weather now.
        To the gravedigger -- don't bother.  The hole I'm in should be
                big enough.