Must Have Taken A Wrong Urn Somewhere

(My entire family is in town for my grandmother’s funeral. The night before the funeral, a drunk driver careens into the parking lot of our hotel, totaling my car and causing a chain reaction that smashes three more cars belonging to my family. That includes my mom’s car, where we were keeping the urn with my grandmother’s ashes. We’ve all come down to the lobby to talk to the police.)

Officer: “Was anyone in the cars at the time of the accident?”

Mom: “Well, my mother was in the backseat… but she was already dead.”

(The look on the officer’s face almost made the whole thing worth it.)