I remember one time after my dad passed away I was at their house. Phone rang, so I answered it. Man on the phone asked for my dad.
Man...Is Joe home?
Me....No, I'm sorry, he's not.
Man...do you know when he'll be back?
Me...Umm, that's a bit hard to say, he's passed away.
Man...Is there a number where I can reach him?
Me...Sure..1-800-HEAVEN
Man..Could you please give that to me in numbers instead of letters?
Me...No, I can't, God doesn't allow it
Man...GOD?
Me...yes, Joe died, he's in heaven.
Man...Oh, ok. Well, I guess I'll call the number you gave me and see if I can get ahold of him there.
Me...sure, but he's probably fishing in the Sea of Gold. I think God gives all fishermen new poles.
Man...well, if he's fishing, I sure don't want to bother him.
Me...Oh, I don't think you'd bother him
Man...Well, I'll call back later.
Me...sure, not a problem, but you won't be able to talk to him.
Man...Why?
Me... <raising my voice> BECAUSE HE IS DEAD YOU IDIOT!
Man...<click>
ARGH!!!