A lawyer, who had a wife and 8 children, needed to move because his rental agreement was terminated by the owner who wanted to reoccupy the home. But he was having a lot of difficulty finding a new house. When he said, he had / children, no one would rent a home to him because they felt that the children would destroy the place. He couldn’t say he had no children, because he couldn’t lie.
So, he sent his wife for a walk to the cemetery with 7 of their kids. He took the remaining one with him to see rental homes with the real estate agent.
He loved one of the homes and the price was right — the agent asked: “How many children do you have?”
He answered: “Eight.”
The agent asked, “Where are the others?”
The lawyer, with his best courtroom sad look, answered “They’re in the cemetery with their mother.”
Why doesn’t somebody cross electric blankets with toasters so we could pop out of bed each morning?