He he he

I went to visit my mother in the nursing home with my brother and sister. We were sitting on the couch at the end of a long line of poor old dears with drooped heads all staring, seemingly, at their navels, chatting, with mum next to us, not really sure if she was comprehending or not, when we heard the nurse's voice say, 

"Oh no, this one is dead."

My sister and I looked at each other some what alarmed, wide eyed. "It's facing head down," said the nurse. We looked up immediately to see that the nurse was talking about one of the fish in the fish tank in the corner. Roz and I looked back at each other not able to stifle our laughter.