Danger
One foot in the grave, and the other slipping.
Dead Certainty
On Tuesday, a colored maid asked her mistress for permission to be absent on the coming Friday. She explained that she wished to attend the funeral of her fiancé. The mistress gave the required permission sympathetically.
“But you’re not wearing mourning, Jenny,” she remarked.
“Oh, no, ma’am,” the girl replied. “You see, ma’am, he ain’t dead yet. The hanging ain’t till Friday.”