A mortician tells of an incident on the way to a funeral one day. He pulled up to a curb, the rear wheel of his car dropped off the edge of the road and fell into a drain, and the car was stuck. Since he was already late for the funeral he rushed over to the trunk of the car, got out the jack, and started to raise the wheel of the car out of the drain. The motion of the jack caused the trunk lid to fall down and hit him squarely on the head. It was getting really late now, so he decided he'd better call the funeral home and tell them to start the funeral services without him. Blood was running down his face, dripping onto his suit, and he knew he'd have to change his clothes. He stepped into the nearest building and asked the office receptionist to call the mortuary for him. She looked up …