One of the city's top heart surgeons died. At his funeral his coffin was placed in front of a huge replica of a heart made from red roses. When the vicar had finished the sermon, and everyone had said their goodbyes, the large heart opened up, the coffin rolled inside, and the heart closed again. It was a majestic tribute to the much loved cardiologist. Suddenly, one of the mourners burst into a fit of laughter. The man sitting next to him was irritated by his insensitivity and asked: "Why are you laughing?" The man replied: "I was just thinking about my own funeral, I'm a gynaecologist..."