Morris, the governor's most trusted assistant, died in his sleep one
night. The governor had depended on Morris for  advice on every subject,
from pending bills to wardrobe  decisions. In addition, Morris had been
his closest friend.

So, it was understandable that the governor didn't take  kindly to the
droves of ambitious office seekers who  wanted Morris' job.

"They don't even have the decency to  wait until the man is buried," the
governor muttered.

At the funeral, one eager beaver made his way to the  governor's side.

"Governor," the man said, "is there  a chance that I could take Morris'

"Certainly," the governor replied. "But you'd better  hurry. I think the
undertaker is almost finished."

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