An old man, Mr. Wallace, was living the last of his life in a nursing Home.
One day he appeared to be very sad and depressed. Nurse Tracy asked if there was anything wrong. “Yes, Nurse Tracy,” said Mr. Wallace, “My Private Part died today and I am very sad.”
Knowing her patients were forgetful and sometimes a little crazy, she replied, “Oh, I’m so sorry, Mr. Wallace, please accept my condolences.”
The following day, Mr. Wallace was walking down the hall with his Pri vate Part hanging out his pyjamas, when he met Nurse Tracy.
“Mr. Wallace,” she said, “You shouldn’t be walking down the hall like that. Please put your Private Part back inside your pajamas.”
‚Äö√Ñ√∫But, Nurse Tracy,” replied Mr. Wallace, “I told you yesterday that my Private Part died.”
“Yes, you did tell me that, but why is it hanging out of your pajamas?”
“Well,” he replied, *”Today’s the viewing.”*