Nothing but problems

One day I was walking down the street, when I saw my friend George approaching. It was evident from his downtrodden look that he wasn't overflowing with the ecstasy and exuberance of human existence, which is a high-class way of saying George was dragging bottom.

Naturally I asked him, "How are you, George?" While that was meant to be a routine inquiry, George took me very seriously and for 15 minutes he enlightened me on how bad he felt. And the more he talked, the worse I felt.

Finally I said to him,"Well George, I'm sorry to see you in such a depressed state. How did you get this way?" That really set him off.

"Its my problems", he said. "Problems-nothing but problems. I'm fed up with problems. If you could get rid of all my problems, i would contribute $5000 to your favorite charity.

Well now, I am never one to turn a deaf ear to such an offer, and so I meditated, ruminated and cogitated on the proposition and came up with an answer that i thought was pretty good.

I said, "yesterday i went to a place where thousands of people reside. As far as i could determine, not one of them has any problems. Would you like to go there?"

"When can we leave? Thats sounds like my kind of place," answered George.

"If that's the the case George," I said, "I'll be happy to take you tomorrow to Woodlawn Cemetery because the only people i know who don't have any problems are dead!!"