LAST WILLAND TESTAMENT OF A FARMER

I leave ...

To my wife - My overdraft at the bank. Maybe she can explain it.

To my son - Equity in my car. Now he''ll have to work to meet payments.

To my banker - My soul. He has the mortgage on it anyway.

To my neighbor - My clown suit. He''ll need it if he continues to farm as he has in the past.

To the farm credit corporation - My unpaid bills. They took some real chances on me and I want to do something for them.

To the Canadian Wheat Board - My grain bin. I was planning to let them take it next year anyway.

To the Ag Rep. - 50 bus. of corn to see if he can hit the high market I never did.

To the junk man - All my machinery. He''s had his eye on it for years.

To my undertaker - A special request. I want six implement and fertilizer dealers for my pall bearers. They are used to carrying me.

To the weatherman - Rain, sleet and snow for the funeral please. No sense in having good weather now.

To the gravedigger - Don''t bother. The hole I am in should be big enough.

To the monument maker - Set up a jig for the epitaph, "Here lies a farmer, who has now properly assumed all his obligations.