My Private Part Died

(Even an old man has an inner self image. This is mine!)

I was living in a nursing home.

One day I apparently appeared to be very sad and depressed.

Nurse Donna asked me if there was anything wrong,

'Yes, Nurse Donna ,' I said.

'My Private Part died today, and I’m very sad.'

Knowing her patients were a little forgetful and sometimes a little crazy, she replied, 'Oh, I'm so sorry, Mr. Coffey. Please accept my condolences.'

The following day, I was walking down the hall with my Private Part hanging out of my pajamas.

I met Nurse Donna.

'Mr. Coffey,' she said, 'You shouldn't be walking down the hall like that. Please put your Private Part back inside your pajamas.'

'But, Nurse Donna I can't.' I replied. 'I told you yesterday that my Private Part died.'

'Yes,' said Nurse Donna, 'you did tell me that, but why is it hanging out of your pajamas?'

'Well,' I replied, 'Today is the viewing.'