An old man, Mr. Goldstein, was living the last of his life in a nursing home.

One day he appeared to be very sad and depressed. Nurse Tracy asked
if there was anything wrong.

"Yes, Nurse Tracy," said Mr. Goldstein, "My Private Part died today,
and I am very sad."

Knowing her patients were forgetful and sometimes a little crazy, she
replied, "Oh, I'm so sorry, Mr. Goldstein, please accept my condolences.

The following day, Mr Goldstein was walking down the hall with his
"Private Part" hanging out his pajamas, when he met Nurse Tracy.

"Mr. Goldstein," she said, "You shouldn't be walking down the hall
like that.. Please put your "Private Part" back inside your pajamas."

But, Nurse Tracy," replied Mr. Goldstein, " I told you yesterday that
my "Private Part" died."

"Yes, you did tell me that, but why is it hanging out of your pajamas?"

"Well," he replied, "Today's the viewing."

Rather than a nursing home, it sounded better (in my head) as I pictured it in a "One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest" scenario