Dying Wish
A retired businessman was on his deathbed, and called for his friend to come to his side.
“Bill,” he said weakly, “I want you to promise me that when I die, you will have my remains cremated.”
“Of course I will, my friend,” Bill replied. “And what do you want done with your ashes?”
The businessman said, “Just put them in an envelope and mail them to the IRS (Inland Revenue Service). Write on the envelope, ‘Now you have everything.'”