AN Undertaker Who Was a Member of a Trust saw a Man Leaning on a
Spade, and asked him why he was not at work.
"Because," said the Man Leaning on a Spade, "I belong to the
Gravediggers' National Extortion Society, and we have decided1 to
limit the production of graves and get more money for the reduced
output. We have a corner in graves and propose to work it to the
best advantage."
"My friend," said the Undertaker Who Was a Member of a Trust, "this
is a most hateful and injurious scheme. If people cannot be
assured of graves, I fear they will no longer die, and the best
interests of civilisation2 will wither3 like a frosted leaf."
And blowing his eyes upon his handkerchief, he walked away
lamenting4.
