An old and wealthy man is dying.  He cannot accept the idea that his money will be left behind, and so decides to take it with him. He calls his three most trusted friends; his clergyman, doctor and lawyer.

"Each of you," he explains, "will be given ten million dollars in cash, to be buried with my body after I die.  By giving only part of wealth to each man, I know you will be able to avoid the temptation to keep my estate for yourselves."  They all agree, and not long after, he passes away.

The funeral is held, and the three men gather afterwards for a toast to the old man's memory.  Inevitably, the question arises:  Did each of them really place the cash in the coffin?

"Well," begins the clergyman, "I cannot lie to you.  The church so badly needed a new roof, that I kept some of the money for that purpose."

The doctor looks sheepish, and then admits "uhh, yes, actually I did hold back a bit.  Just to build a new clinic though!  Is that so bad?"

The lawyer looks shocked.  "I'm truly surprised," he tells them. "Why, I placed every cent of our old friend's money beside his body, and let me tell you, that check was good!"

A recently convicted felon was sitting in a cell with an old-timer in their cell-block.  The new guy says to the older guy "What do you guys do to keep entertained around here?"

"Oh, we tell jokes" says the old guy. Just then, from one of the cells in the block, comes a shout: "34!"
A few chuckles  are heard. "98!" comes another shout. A giggle comes from the next cell.

The new convict is confused. "I'm confused" says the new convict, "What's going on?" "Well", says the old timer, "we get to know the jokes so well that we number them, you'll catch on"

There's a lull for a while, then someone chokes out another number. "234!" The whole cell block erupts in laughter. "What was that one?", says the young convict. The old-timer stops gagging long enough to say, "Well, that's a new one, son"