humour

An elderly man, 97 years of age, visits a local [neurotic] insurance broker.
- Hi, I would like to purchase life insurance.
- What are you saying grampa, life insurance, are you crazy, how old are you?
- 97 years old, says the old man. The insurance broker is losing it.
- Are you serious? What are you planning on doing with it?
- Well, I am planning on taking a trip abroad with my dad and I think we would be better off insured.
The insurance broker is flipping!
- With your dad? How old is he?
- He’ll be turning 125 next month.
- And what will you be doing abroad?
- We’ll be paying my grandfather a visit.
At this point the insurance broker is pounding his head on the desk.
- What are you saying grampa, are you totally pulling my leg? How old is your grandfather?
- He’ll be 142 one week from now.
- And what will you be doing there?
- He’s getting married and we’ll be going to the wedding!
The insurer climbs on the window ledge and is ready to jump
- And… why are you getting married?
- Its all this nonsense, him being pressured by his parents and all!