The Skeleton’s Retirement Plan
A skeleton walks into a financial advisor’s office and says, “I need help with my retirement plan. I’ve been working for centuries, and I think it’s time to hang up my bones.”
The advisor says, “Okay, let’s see. Do you have any savings?”
The skeleton sighs, “Well, I had some in a bone vault, but it’s all gone now. My ex-wife cleaned me out—she wanted joint custody of everything!”
The advisor nods sympathetically. “Do you have any other assets?”
The skeleton says, “Just this old rib cage and my grave plot. But hey, at least I’ve got a burial benefits plan!”
