My cousin Glenda forwarded to me an email she had received containing getting old jokes. I could relate them all here, but I’m going to highlight the one that tickled me the most and seemed like something my dad would have said.

Just before the funeral services, the undertaker
came up to the very elderly widow and asked,
‘How  old was your husband?’
’96,’  she replied: ‘Two years younger than me’
‘So  you’re 98,’ the undertaker commented.
She responded, ‘Hardly worth going home, isn’t it?’

I forwarded the message to LZP and he sent back this reply:

Count Old Kook in