A Jewish lady calls the newspaper and asks for the obituary section.
The obit guy asks, "What can I do for you?"
"I'd like to place an obituary."
"Alright, how would you like it to read?"
"Irving Cohen died."
"That's it? Irving Cohen died?"
"But you get four lines in the obit. It's included in the price."
"All right. Irving Cohen died... Cadillac for sale."