My uncle was a bookie, and he was lucky enough to retire from the business, walking on two feet. However, he did have a bad heart, so he died at around 67. Not having been particularly religious, his wife got a “rent-a-rabbi” to do the funeral service at a nearby funeral home. So the rabbi pulled out “Eulogy # 25″—60-ish-year-old man who was “in business.” When he stated that my uncle was “a respected businessman,” my cousin and I had a very hard time not laughing out loud.
Ann M., Westbury, New York