A Scottish woman went to the local newspaper office to publish the obituary for her recently deceased husband.
The obits editor informed her that there is a charge of 50 pence per word.
She paused, reflected and then said, "Aye, well then, let it read, 'Angus MacPherson died'."
Amused at the woman's thrift, the editor told her that there is a six word minimum for all obituaries.
She thought it over for a while and then said, "Ach, in that case, let it read...'Angus MacPherson died. Clubs for sale'."
Do not regret growing older. It is a privilege denied to many. Live each day as if it were the last day of your life, because so far, it is!