As retold by
Bruce Lowitt
Mordechai dies. He had $30,000 to his name. After the funeral home and
burial, his widow, Rachel, tells her closest friend, "There's no money
left."
"Rachel, there was thirty thousand. How could it all be gone?"
"Well, Mordechai had it all set up in the will. The funeral cost six
thousand dollars, and there was the fifteen hundred he wanted donated to temple
in his memory, and he set aside five hundred for the cost of sitting shiva,
and the rest, he said, he wanted spent on a magnificent stone in his
memory."
The friend says, "Wait. Twenty-two thousand dollars for a memorial stone.
My God, how big is it?"
And Rachel says, "It's three carats."
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