[bliss]

An old woman was dying. She summoned her husband to her bedside and asked, "How many cars have you ordered to go to the cemetery?"
"Four," he replied.
"Does that include the hearse?"
"Yes."
"Four is too many. Cancel one."
"Whatever you say, darling."
"And I want you to promise me something else."
"Anything, darling."
"I want you and my mother to travel in the same car."
"But you know we haven't spoken to each other in ten years..."
"I know, but it's what I want. Now promise me you'll do it."
"Well, okay, I'll do it, but let me tell you now, it's going to ruin my whole day."