Amos Saperstein dies suddenly with an enormous erection. The undertaker, Moishe Finkelstein, tries everything to make it shrink. He puts cold water on it, then packs it in ice cubes, but nothing works. Finally they decide that they have only one option: they cut a hole in the lid of the coffin and cover it with a sheet.
On the way to the cemetery the coffin is carried past two little old ladies sitting on a bench. “Well, there goes old Amos,” says grandma Kravitz. “I hope his family gave him a proper send-off.”
Just then a gust of wind blows the sheet off the top of the coffin.
“The tight fisted bastards,” says grandma. “Look at that! Only one lousy flower.”