“Rebecca,” said Reb Baruch, who was dangerously ill, to his wife, “get your most beautiful gown and dress yourself as for a wedding!”
“Why? What for? What good would it do you?”
“I’ll tell you. If the angel of death should enter, and see you standing there, looking so beautiful, he might like you better, and take you instead of me!”
Rheumatism or Gout
A physician who was asked the difference between rheumatism and gout, answered: “If you take a vise, put a finger between, and turn until you can’t stand it any longer, that’s rheumatism; if you turn once more, that’s gout.”
Humor on the Deathbed
When Frank, a famous Vienna physician was dying, eight of his colleagues sat around his bed, in consultation. All at once the dying man laughed aloud and said: “I was just thinking of that French grenadier, who, at the battle of Wagram, fell after being struck by eight bullets, and whose last words were: Sapristi, it takes eight bullets to kill a French grenadier!”
Very Ill
A hospital physician asked a sick old man, how he was.