The Attorney

[Grandfather]

Madam opened the brothel door to see a frail elderly gentleman.

"Can I help you?" the madam asked.

"I want Natalie", the old man replied.

"Sir, Natalie is one of our most expensive ladies, perhaps someone else..."

"No, I must see Natalie."

Just then Natalie appeared and announced to the old man that she charges $1,000 per visit. Without blinking, the man reached into his pocket and handed her ten $100 bills.
The two went up to a room for an hour, after which he calmly left.

The next night he appeared again demanding Natalie. Natalie explained that no one had ever come back two nights in a row and that there were no discounts... it was still $1,000 a visit. Again the old man took out the money, the two went up to the room and an hour later, he left.

When he showed up the third consecutive night, no one could believe it. Again he handed Natalie the money and up to the
room they went.

At the end of the third night, Natalie asked him: "Where are you from?"

The old man replied: "I'm from Philadelphia."

"Really?" replied Natalie. "I have family who lives there."

"Yes, I know", said the old man. "Your father died, and I'm your sister's attorney. She asked me to give this $3,000 to you."

The moral of the story: Some things in life are certain:
taxes, death, and being screwed by an attorney.

[JohnWise]