[Crowbob]

As a joke I willed my Lazy-Boy to my buddy Joe. For the next few years whenever he was in my house it was his designated chair no matter what and everybody knew it.

Well, Joe preceded me in death, obviously, but his death and funeral service and all that were in his hometown many miles away. Upon my return home from the ordeal I naturally plopped myself down in Joe’s chair and cried until I felt a warm hand on my shoulder and heard, clear as a bell, ‘Good by, my friend’.