The doctor, after an examination, sighed and said,
"I've got some bad news. You have cancer, and you'd
best put your affairs in order."
The woman was shocked, but managed to compose herself
and walk into the waiting room where her daughter
had been waiting.
"Well, daughter, we women celebrate when things
are good, and we celebrate when things don't
go so well. In this case, things aren't well.
I have cancer. So, let's head to the club
and have a martini."
After 3 or 4 martinis, the two were feeling a little
less somber. There were some laughs and
more martinis. They were eventually approached
by some of the woman's old friends, who were
curious as to what the two were celebrating.
The woman told her friends they were drinking
to her impending end. "I've been diagnosed with AIDS.."
The friends were aghast, gave the woman their
condolences and beat a hasty retreat.
After the friends left, the woman's daughter leaned
over and whispered, "Momma, I thought you
said you were dying of cancer, and you just told
your friends you were dying of AIDS!
Why did you do that?"
"Because I don't want any of those witches
sleeping with your father after I'm gone."
And THAT, my friends, is what is called,
"Putting Your Affairs In Order."
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