An old man was critically ill. Feeling that
death was near, he called his lawyer. "I want to become a lawyer. How much is it or
the express degree you told me about?"
"It's $50,000," the lawyer said.
"But why? You'll be dead soon, why do you want to become a lawyer?"
"That's my business! Get me the
course!"
Four days later, the old man got his law
degree. His lawyer was at his bedside, making sure his bill would be paid.
Suddenly the old man was racked with fits
of coughing and it was clear that this would be the end. Still curious, the lawyer leaned
over and said, "Please, before it's too late, tell me why you wanted to to get a law
degree so badly before you died?"
In a faint whisper, as he breathed his
last, the old man said, "One less lawyer . . ."
