A spiritualist who'd recently been widowed met a friend, Mark, and reported excitedly that she'd just received a message from her dead husband, Joe, - asking her to send him a pack of cigarettes.
"The only thing is," she mused, "that I don't know where to send them."
"Why not?" asked Mark.
"Well, he didn't actually say that he was in Heaven - but I can't imagine he'd be in Hell."
"Hmm," responded the Mark. "Well luv, the way I sees it is, the fucker didn't mention anything about needing any matches, now did he?"
