A woman is at the undertaker's arranging
her late husband's funeral.
The undertaker asks her: "Do you have
any special requests?"
"Well," says the widow, "he lost all of his
hair when he was young and he never went
anywhere without his toupee, but every
time I try put it on his head it slides off."
"No problem, I'll sort that out for you.
Come back in an hour," says the undertaker.
An hour or so later she returned and
the toupee was perfectly placed on the
dead man's head.
"Oh, thank you so much," she says, "you
must let me give you something for your
trouble and I won't take no for an answer."
The undertaker says, "All right, just give
me a couple of quid for the nails."