MY PRIVATE PART DIED
 
An old man, Mr. Wallace, was living in a nursing home.
 
One day he appeared to be very sad and depressed.
 
Nurse Tracy asked him if there was anything wrong,

'Yes, Nurse ,' said Mr. Wallace.
 
'My Private Part died today, and I am very sad.'
 
Knowing her patients were a little forgetful and sometimes a little crazy, she replied, 'Oh, I'm so sorry, Mr. Wallace. Please accept my condolences.'

The following day, Mr. Wallace was walking down the hall with his Private Part hanging out of his pajamas.

He met Nurse Tracy. 'Mr. Wallace,' she said, 'You shouldn't be walking down the hall like that.  Please put your Private Part back inside your pajamas.'

'But, Nurse Tracy I can't,' replied Mr. Wallace. 'I told you yesterday that my Private Part died.

'Yes,' said Nurse Tracy, 'you did tell me that, but why is it hanging out of your pajamas?'

(You've gotta love this ....)
 
'Well,' he replied, 'Today is the viewing.'

Reminds me of a joke I read years back.

A man went to visit his father in the nursing home late one day.  As it approached bed time he noticed the nurses giving all the residents hot coco, they were also giving the men viagra.  He asked the nurses why they were doing this. The nurses replied that they gave the men coco nad viagra every night, explaining that the coco helped them sleep and the viagra ensured they didn't roll out of bed.