A milkman, dying in hospital, is surrounded by his two sons, daughter, his wife and the nurse.
He says to his eldest son, “To you Peter, I leave the Beverly houses.”
To his daughter, “My pretty Rose, to you I leave the apartments in the Los Angeles Plaza.”
“And Charlie, you being my youngest son, I leave you the City Center offices”.
And to his wife, “Darling, you get the three residential towers downtown.”
The wide-eyed nurse, obviously impressed, tells his wife, “Madam, your husband is very rich! And what’s great is he is bequeathing all his properties to his family. You are all so lucky!!”
The wife retorts,”Rich? Lucky? Are you kidding me? Those are the routes where he delivers milk packets!!”
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