OK, this was sent to me by a little old lady who lives in the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virgina on the trail of the Lonesome Pine. I don't think it is particularly Norwegian, but a few people here might find it amusing. The Norwegian Mortician A man who just died is delivered to a Norwegian mortuary wearing an expensive, expertly tailored black suit. Sven, the mortician, asks the deceased's wife how she would like the body dressed. He points out that the man does look very good in the black suit he is already wearing. The widow however, says that she always thought her husband looked his best in blue, and that she wants him in a blue suit. She gives Sven a blank check and says, "I don't care what it costs, but please have my husband in a blue suit for the viewing." The woman returns the next day for the viewing. To her delight, she finds her husband dressed in a gorgeous blue suit with a subtle chalk stripe; the suit fits him perfectly. She says to Sven, "Whatever dis cost, I'm very satisfied. You did an excellent job and I'm very grateful. How much did you spend?" To her astonishment, Sven presents her with the blank check. "Dere's no charge," he says. "No, really, I must pay you for da cost of dat exquisite blue suit!", she says. "Honestly, ma'am," Sven says, "it didn't cost me a ting. You see, a deceased gentleman of about your husband's size vas brought in shortly after you left yesterday, and he vas vearing an attractive blue suit. I asked his missus if she minded him going to his grave wearing a black suit instead, and she said it made no difference as long as he looked nice." "So, I yust switched dere heads."