Traffic wardenAs the coffin was being lowered into the ground at a Traffic Warden’s funeral a voice from inside shouts…

“I’m not dead, I’m not dead! Let me out!!!”
 
The Vicar smiles, leans forward sucking air through his teeth and mutters:
 
“Too late pal, paperwork’s done.”
 

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