Humor At Christmas

[Kenneth W. Burton]

 	I hope you haven't heard this one before. Just a chuckle to go
along with the season.

	Sometime after the First World War, a struggling piano tuner was
travelling on horseback from farm to farm, tuning the pianos he found and
making their owners happy. However, as he rode along one day, a rabbit
bounded out from behind a bush and spooked his horse, who panicked and
reared, throwing the luckless tuner to the ground where his head crashed
upon a rock.
	Neighbors found him there and carried him to a doctor. The medical
man, however, could find no hearbeat or signs of breathing, so he signed
the certificate and passed him on to the undertaker. (No vital signs
monitors in those days.)
	So it happened that, in the middle of the night, the tuner revived
and sat up, dismayed to find himself in a coffin in a dimly lit room.
	As his head cleared a bit, he mused on the situation, "Hmm," he
thought, "If I'm alive, why am I lying on these satin pillows in this box?
But, on the other hand, if I'm dead, why do I have to go to the bathroom?"

	A HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO YOU ALL
		AND
	AN EXCITING NEW YEAR IN 1997!

					Ken Burton, "Doctor Piano"
						Calgary, Alberta