Joe, the Governor’s most trusted assistant, died in his
sleep one night. The Governor had depended on Joe for
advice on every subject, from pending bills to wardrobe
decisions. In addition, Joe had been his closest friend.
So, it was understandable that the Governor didn’t take
kindly to the droves of ambitious office seekers who
wanted Joe’s job. “They don’t even have the decency to
wait until the man is buried,” the Governor muttered.
At the funeral, one eager beaver made his way to the
Governor’s side. “Governor,” the man said, “is there
a chance that I could take Joe’s place?”
“Certainly,” the governor replied. “But you’d better
hurry. I think the undertaker is almost finished.”