Harry Truman enjoyed telling about the man who was hit on the head at work. The blow was so severe he was knocked unconscious for an extended period of time. His family, convinced he was dead, called the funeral home and asked the local undertaker to pick hum up at the hospital, which he did.
Early the following morning this dear man suddenly awoke and sat straight up in the casket. Confused, he blinked several times and looked around, trying to put the whole thing together. He thought, “If Im alive, what in the world am I doing in this soft, satin-filled box? And if Im dead, why do I have to go to the bathroom?”