An outline of humor / Being a true chronicle from prehistoric ages to the twentieth century - Unknown

Can ever withstand these woes.

If I should die to-night,

And you should come to my cold corpse and say,

Weeping and heartsick o’er my lifeless clay—

If I should die to-night,

And you should come in deepest grief and wo—

And say, “Here’s that ten dollars that I owe,”

I might arise in my large white cravat,

And say, “What’s that?”