A joke from a New Yorker article about the Friars Club:
"A couple married for forty-seven years; the woman dies. At the funeral, the pallbearers swing the coffin, which hits the wall. From inside the coffin, the woman yells, 'Oh, my God!' She lived another four years. She died again. The pallbearers are swinging the coffin. The husband yells, 'Watch out for the wall!'"
Now, that's humor. This joke has been pared down to its essence. It's like poetry. A thing of beauty.