An elderly gentleman shuffles into a newspaper office and asks if he can place a piece in the obituaries section.‘No problem sir,’ says the young girl behind the desk. ‘That’ll be a pound per word.’Nodding slowly, the old man writes ‘Doris is dead’ on a piece of paper, and forlornly passes it back to the girl.‘Is that all you want to put in it?’ asks the girl.The pensioner looks at her with sad eyes. ‘I’m afraid I only have three pounds, my dear,’ he says, and begins to shuffle out of the door.The girl, feeling sorry for the old man, says she will go up and speak to the editor. ‘Wait – I’ll see if we can work something out.’Moments later, she returns from the office, grinning broadly. ‘Good news,’ she says. ‘The editor says you can have another three pounds worth of words.’ Smiling gratefully, the old man takes another piece of paper and thinks for moment. Shakily, he then writes: ‘Doris Is Dead. Metro For Sale’.




