[poorboy]

A busness man on his deathbed called his friend and said, "Bill, I want you to promise me that when I die you will have my remains cremated."


" And What," his friend asked, "do you want me to do with your ashes?"


The busnessman said, "Just put them in an envelope and mail them to the Interal Revenue Service and write on the envelope, "Now you have eveything."