As the old man lies dying in his bedroom, and the family discusses funeral arrangements.
Son: We’ll make an enormous arrangement with more than 500 people gathering and 50 limos.
First Daughter: Why you want to waste so much money like that? We will invite family and just a few friends. one limo, just for us, will be fine.
Grandson: We will surround his body with lots of different flowers like roses and lilies.
Second Daughter: What a waste! We’ll have one little bouquet, that’s it.
All of a sudden, the voice of the old man is heard. The old man came out of the room floating pitifully and said, “Why don’t you get me my pants? I will walk to the cemetery.”