An old woman had been going to the same doctor for over
50 years and during that time had made his life a living hell
by constantly complaining about one thing after another.
Eventually, however, she died and was buried in the local
churchyard, but it was less than a month later that the doctor
also died and was buried in the next plot to her. For a few
minutes after the mourners had gone all was quiet and then
the doctor heard tapping on the side of his coffin.
“What is it now, Mrs Mowner?” he signed.
“Can you give me something for worms, doctor?”