An old man, Mr. Wallace, was living in a nursing home. > > One day he appeared to be very sad and depressed. > > Nurse Tracy asked him if there was anything wrong, > > 'Yes, Nurse Tracy ,' said Mr Wallace. > > 'My Private Part died today, and I am very sad.' > > Knowing her patients were a little forgetful and sometimes a little > crazy, she replied, 'Oh, I'm so sorry, Mr. Wallace. Please accept my > condolences.' > > The following day, Mr. Wallace was walking down the hall with his > Private Part hanging out of his pajamas.. > > He met Nurse Tracy. 'Mr. Wallace,' she said, 'You shouldn't be walking > down the hall like that. > > Please put your Private Part back inside your pajamas.' > > 'But, Nurse Tracy I can't,' replied Mr. > Wallace. 'I told you yesterday that > my Private Part died. > > 'Yes,' said Nurse Tracy, 'you did tell me that, but why is it hanging > out of your pajamas?' > > > 'Well,' he replied, 'Today is the viewing.'