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An elderly gentleman, Mr. Goldfarb, was living in a nursing home. One day he appeared to be very sad and depressed.

Nurse Tracy noticed and asked him if there was anything wrong,

"Yes, Nurse Tracy," said Mr. Goldfarb. "My private part died today, and I am very sad."

Knowing her patients were a little forgetful and sometimes a little crazy, she replied, "Oh, I'm so very sorry, Mr. Goldfarb. Please accept my condolences."

The following day, Mr. Goldfarb was walking down the hall with his private part hanging out of his pajamas in full view for all to see.

He met up with Nurse Tracy, who said: "Mr. Goldfarb, you really shouldn't be walking down the hall like that. Please put your private part back inside your pajamas."

"But, Nurse Tracy I can't," replied Mr. Wallace. "I told you yesterday that my private part died."

"Yes," said Nurse Tracy, "you did tell me that, but why is it hanging out of your pajamas for everyone to see?" (scroll down)
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"Well," he replied, "Today is the viewing."
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