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Dead and dying jokes

What is posthumous work ?Somet…

8 Sep , 2009  

What is posthumous work ?Something written by someone after they are dead !

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What did the little kid do wit…

8 Sep , 2009  

What did the little kid do with the dead battery?He buried it.

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What is the last thing you eat…

8 Sep , 2009  

What is the last thing you eat before you die?You bite the dust.

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I’ve been e-mailing William Sh…

8 Sep , 2009  

I’ve been e-mailing William Shakespeare.William Shakespeare’s dead, silly.No wonder he hasn’t replied.

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Vampire 1: “I once went so lon…

8 Sep , 2009  

Vampire 1: “I once went so long without fresh blood that I nearly died.” Vampire 2: “How awful!” Vampire 1: “Yes. Fortunately, I found some in the neck of time.”

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If a woman is born in Italy, g…

8 Sep , 2009  

If a woman is born in Italy, grows up in England, goes to America and dies in Baltimore, what is she?Dead.

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A monster and a zombie went in…

8 Sep , 2009  

A monster and a zombie went into a funeral home. ‘I’d like to order a coffin for a friend of mine who has just died,’ said the monster. ‘Certainly ma’am,’ said the undertaker, ‘but there was really no need to bring her with you.’

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My brother’s a professional bo…

8 Sep , 2009  

My brother’s a professional boxer. Heavyweight ?No, featherweight. He tickles his opponents to death !

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How do you make a Venetian bli…

8 Sep , 2009  

How do you make a Venetian blind?Poke him in the eye

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What kind of ghosts haunt oper…

8 Sep , 2009  

What kind of ghosts haunt operating theatres? Surgical spirits.

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Doctor, doctor, I’m at death’s…

8 Sep , 2009  

Doctor, doctor, I’m at death’s door! Don’t worry, Mrs Jenkins. An operation will soon pull you through.

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“Why are you crying Fred?” ask…

8 Sep , 2009  

“Why are you crying Fred?” asked the teacher. “‘Cos my parrot died last night. I washed it in Wisk. . .” “Fred,” said the teacher. “You must have known that Wisk’s bad for parrots.””Oh it wasn’t the Wisk that killed it, sir. It was the tumble drier.”