Mulla Nasruddin was dying, on his deathbed, almost in a coma. The doctor came to see him. The doctor was drunk; he took his pulse but could not find any pulse because he was holding the hand in the wrong way. He looked at Nasruddin’s face and said to his wife, “I’m sorry to say it, but your husband is dead.”
At that very moment, Nasruddin opened his eyes and said, “What! I am alive!”
The wife said, “You keep quiet. He knows better, he is a doctor, an M.D., Ph.D., F.R.C.S. You have some nerve to deny an authority! Keep quiet!”