When we repukes die, we take our stuff with us.
Which reminds me of another joke.
A man is on his deathbed, and is so bitter and hateful towards his family he has cut them all off. At his death bed are a priest, a rabbi, and a lawyer. He says to them, "I am worth $30 million dollars. I am giving you each 1/3 of my estate and when I die, I want to take it with me. I'm entrusting the three of you to ensure that happens." They each agree to fulfill the old man's wish.
The man dies and is buried. A month or so later, the priest, rabbi, and lawyer get together. "I have to make a confession," says the priest. "With all the scandals in the church, membership and donations have dropped way off, and I kept a million dollars for the parish." "Not to worry," says the rabbi. "I've been having similar problems and also kept a million dollars for the synagogue."
Then they both look at the lawyer suspiciously, who says, "What? I put a check for $10 million in the coffin!"
