At the mortuary. Mortician reads the label tied to the cadaver’s toe.
Mortician: Wiltshire. Isn’t that five miles hence?
Assistant: Yes sir.
Mortician: I say, he looks awfully familiar.
Assistant: Yes sir. He does sort of looks like you.
Mortician: My word, you’re quite right my boy. Why, he even takes after you.
Assistant: The baker, Old Man Jones, sir. He delivers bread up to five miles away.
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Copyright @ Eric Alagan, 2019
Well it was the bakery and he was used to putting stuff in the oven. Killed him eventually though it seems. 🙂
LOL, Ian
I never thought about it that way. But very apt 🙂
Cheers!
Eric
Well it makes a change from the Milkman being the culprit. 🤐
The milkman promised not to mess around with the cows but the judge was not moo’d. Gave him jail-time.
Lol , I like it 😃💜