The Cardiologist’s Funeral…

Another great e-mail from a friend, I just had to pass it along.

A cardiologist died and was given an elaborate funeral. A huge heart covered in flowers stood behind the casket during the service. Following the eulogy, the heart opened, and the casket rolled inside. The heart then closed, sealing the doctor in the beautiful heart forever.
At that point, one of the mourners burst into laughter. When all eyes stared at him, he said, ‘I’m sorry, I was just thinking of my own funeral… I’m a gynecologist.’
That’s when the proctologist fainted.

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6 thoughts on “The Cardiologist’s Funeral…

  1. ::snicker::
    hadn’t heard that one…

    have you heard this story? I know it’s long so feel free to delete it out of your comments.
    A radio station routinely paid money for people to tell their most embarrassing stories. Here was one of the winners: I was due later that week for an appointment with the gynecologists when early one morning I received a call from his office: I had been rescheduled for early that morning at 9:30am. I had just packed everyone off to work and school and it was around 8:45 already. The trip to his office usually took about 35 minutes so I didn’t have any time to spare. As most women do, I’m sure, I like to take a little extra effort over hygiene when making such visits, but this time I wasn’t going to be able to make the full effort. So I rushed upstairs, threw off my dressing gown, wet the washcloth and gave myself a wash in “that area” in front of the sink, taking extra care to make sure that I was presentable. I threw the washcloth in the clothes basket, donned some clothes, hopped in the car and raced to my appointment. I was in the waiting room only a few minutes when he called me in. Knowing the procedure, as I am sure all women do, I hopped up on the table, looked over at the other side of the room and pretended I was in Hawaii or some other place a million miles away from there. I was a little surprised when he said: “My…we have taken a little extra effort this morning, haven’t we?”, but I didn’t respond. The appointment over, I heaved a sigh of relief and went home. The rest of the day went normal, some shopping, cleaning and the evening meal, etc. At 8:30 that evening my 14 year old daughter was getting ready for a school dance, when she called down from the bathroom, “Mom – where’s my washcloth?” I called back for her to get another one from the cabinet. She called back, “No – I need the one that was here by the sink. It had all my glitter and sparkles in it.”

    I have heard that one and it is well worth leaving for everyone else to enjoy!

  2. hahahahaha at first i was like where the hell is this heart thing going to? i was thinking ok, i dont get it…then i got it like WHAM. lol

    funny funny hehehe

    I was a little worried for the first of it too, I had to read it twice!

  3. πŸ˜†
    i’m one to visualise things so you can just imagine the visuals on this can’t you???

    i’ve added you to the rolling post btw….

    woo-hoo! I’ve been accepted to the rolling post?!? This is better than the collage acceptance letter I got in high school. No make that the β€œI could be a winner” envelope in the mail.

  4. indeed you have, all you need to do is sit back and wait and see who tags you when….still not too late if you know anyone else interested…i’ll just add them to the link list like i did you…
    always nice to know i’ve made someone smile
    πŸ™‚

    yippy! 8)

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