A milkman who is dying in the hospital is surrounded his two sons, daughter and his wife and nurse.
Says to his eldest son: “To you, Peter, I leave the Beverly terrace.”
“To you, my dear daughter, I leave the apartments in the High street Plaza.”
“To you, Charlie, being my youngest son with a large future, I leave the City Centre offices.”
“And you, my dear wife, the three residential buildings towers in down town.”
The nurse, impressed, tells his wife: “Madam, your husband is very rich. He is bequeathing many properties! You all are so lucky!!”
And the wife retorts: “Rich? Lucky?? Are you kidding??!! Those are his routes where he delivers milk!”
