An old man, Mr. Goldstein, was living the last of his life in a nursing home. One day he appeared to be very sad and depressed. Nurse Tracy asked if there was anything wrong. "Yes, Nurse Tracy," said Mr. Goldstein, "My p*nis died today, and I am very sad." Knowing her patients were forgetful and sometimes a little crazy, she replied, "Oh, I'm so sorry, Mr. Goldstein, please accept my condolences." The following day, Mr. Goldstein was walking down the hall with his p*nis hanging out of his pajamas, when he met Nurse Tracy. "Mr. Goldstein," she said, "You shouldn't be walking down the hall like this. Please put your p*nis back inside your pajamas." "But, Nurse Tracy," replied Mr. Goldstein, "I told you yesterday that my p*nis died." "Yes, you did tell me that, but why is it hanging out of your pajamas?"asked Nurse Tracy. "Well," he replied. "Today's the viewing."