A trainee began working in the city morgue. His very first job was to move three new arrivals. The trainee was a bit taken aback as all three corpses had smiles on their faces.
"Is it normal that they would be smiling like that?" the trainee asked the pathologist.
"Not really," replied the doctor.
"You see this first one," the pathologist said indicating a white haired man in tattered clothes "he is a Scott's man who scrimped all his life never parting with a penny unless he had to. Yesterday he won 100 million on the lotto and dropped dead of a heart attack.
"What about the next man?" asked the trainee pointing at a well groomed gent in a night shirt. He had to be 90 years old if he was a day; with huge grin on his face.
"That is Rene, a wicked womaniser. He married a 21 year old dancer and died in bed on the honeymoon night," replied the pathologist covering up the old man.
The last body was in a terrible state, while a lot younger that the other two, he was covered in burns from head to toe. The smoke was still drifting up from is clothes, like the others he was smiling happily.
"What is the story with the last man?" asked the puzzled trainee.
"Oh that is Paddy the Irish Golf Pro, he was hit by lightening," said the pathologist.
"That's tragic," said the trainee "why is he smiling?"
"He thought someone was taking his photo."
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