An old man, Mr.
Goldstein, was living the last of his life in a nursing home.

One day, he
appeared to be very sad and depressed.

Nurse Tracy asked
if there was anything wrong.

"Yes, Nurse
Tracy," said Mr. Goldstein, "My penis died today, and I am very sad."

Knowing that her
patients were forgetful and sometimes a bit loony, she replied, "Oh, I'm so
sorry, Mr. Goldstein. Please accept my condolences."

The following day,
Mr. Goldstein was walking down the hall with his penis hanging out of his
pajamas.

He met up again
with Nurse Tracy.

"Mr. Goldstein,"
she said, "You shouldn't be walking down the hall like this. Please put your
penis back inside your pajamas!"

"But Nurse Tracy,"
replied Mr. Goldstein, "I told you yesterday that my penis had died."

"Yes, you did tell
me that, but why is it hanging out of your pajamas?" asked Nurse Tracy.

"Well," he
replied. "Today's the viewing!"