On her 90th birthday, a Jewish woman from Brooklyn decided to prepare her last will and
testament. She went to her Rabbi to make two final requests.
“First, she insists on cremation.”
“What is your second request?” the Rabbi asks.
“I want my ashes scattered over Bloomingdale’s.”
“Then I’ll be sure that my daughters visit me twice a week.”
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