BY GRACE AUDINA
Loving Money Too Much
There was a man who liked money very much. He
worked all of his life and wanted to save all of his money for his own future.
He was a real miser when it came to his money. He loved money more than just
about anything.
Even, just before he died, he said to his wife;
"Now listen, when I die, I want you to take all my money and place it in
the casket with me. I wanna take my money to the afterlife." So he asked
his wife to promise him with all her heart that when he died, she would put all
the money in the casket with him.
Well, one day, he really died. Then he was
stretched out in the casket. The wife was sitting there in black clothes next
to her closest friend. When they finished the ceremony, just before the
undertakers got ready to close the casket, the wife said "Wait just a
minute!"
She had a box in her hands. She came over with
the box and placed it in the casket. After that the undertakers locked the
casket down and rolled it away. Not long after that, her friend said, "I
hope you were not crazy enough to put all that money in the casket."The
wife turned to her friend and replied; "Yes, because I have
promised." Then she continued; "I can't lie. I promised him that I
was going to put that money in that casket with him."
Feeling shocked, her friend said; "You
mean that you have put every cent of his money in the casket with him?"
Then the wife answered; "Surely I did. I got it all together, put all the
money into my account and I just wrote him a check."
/ˈlʌvɪŋ/ /ˈmʌni/ /tuː/ /mʌtʃ/
/ðɛː/ /wɒz/ /eɪ/
/man/ /huː/ /lʌɪk/ /ˈmʌni/ /ˈvɛri/ /mʌtʃ/ . /hiː/ /wəːk/ /ɔːl/ /ɒv/ /hɪz/ /lʌɪf/ /ənd/ /wɒnt/ /tʊ/ /seɪv/ /ɔːl/ /ɒv/
/hɪz/ /ˈmʌni/ /fɔː/ /hɪz/ /əʊn/ /ˈfjuːtʃə/
. /hiː/ /wɒz/ /eɪ/
/riːl/ /ˈmʌɪzə/ /wɛn/ /ɪt/ /keɪm/ /tʊ/
/hɪz/ /ˈmʌni/ . /hiː/ /lʌv/ /ˈmʌni/ /mɔː/
/ðan/ /dʒʌst/ /əˈbaʊt/ /ˈɛnɪθɪŋ/ .
/ˈiː.vən/ , /dʒʌst/ /bɪˈfɔːr/ /hiː/ /daɪ/ , /hiː/ /sed/ /tʊ/ /hɪz/ /waɪf/ ; “/naʊ/ /ˈlɪs.ən/ , /wen/ /aɪ/ /daɪ/ , /aɪ/ /wɒnt/ /juː/ /tʊ/ /teɪk/ /ɔːl/ /maɪ/ /ˈmʌni/
/ənd/ /pleɪs/ /ɪt/ /ɪn/ /ðə/
/ˈkɑːskɪt/ /wɪð/ /miː/ . /aɪ/ /ˈwɒn.ə/ /teɪk/ /maɪ/ /ˈmʌni/
/tʊ/ /ðə/ /ˈɑːf.tə.laɪf/ .” /səʊ/ /hiː/ /ɑːsk/ /hɪz/
/waɪf/ /tʊ/
/ˈprɒm.ɪs/ /hɪm/ /ɔːl/ /hɜːr/ /hɑːt/ /ðæt/ /wen/ /daɪ/ , /ʃiː/ /wʊd/ /pʊt/
/ɔːl/ /ðat/ /ˈmʌni/ /ɪn/ /ðə/ /ˈkɑːskɪt/ /wɪð/ /hɪm/ .
/wel/ , /wʌn/ /deɪ/ , /hiː/ /ˈrɪə.li/ /daɪ/ . /ðen/ /hiː/ /wɒz/ /stretʃ/ /aʊt/ /ɪn/ /ðə/
/ˈkɑːskɪt/ . /ðə/ /waɪf/ /wɒz/ /ˈsɪt.ɪŋ/ /ðeər/ /ɪn/
/blæk/ /kləʊðz/ /nekst/ /tʊ/ /həː/ /kləʊs/ /frɛnd/
. /wen/ /ðə/ /ˈser.ɪ.mə.ni/ , /dʒʌst/ /bɪˈfɔːr/ /ðə/ /ˈʌn.dəˌteɪ.kər/ /ɡɑːt/ /ˈred.i/ /tʊ/
/kləʊs/ /ðə/
/ˈkɑːskɪt/ , /ðə/ /waɪf/ /sed/ “ /weɪt/ /dʒʌst/ /aɪ/ /ˈmɪn.ɪt/ ! “
/ʃiː / /hav/ /eɪ/ /bɒks/ /ɪn/ /həː/ /hands/ . /ʃiː / /keɪm/ /ˈəʊvə/ /wɪð/ /ðə/
/bɒks/ /ənd/ /pleɪsed/ /ɪt/ /ɪn/ /ðə/ /ˈkɑːskɪt/ . /ˈɑːftə/ /ðat/ /ðɪ/ /ˈʌndəteɪkəs/ /lɒked/ /ðə/ /ˈkɑːskɪt/ /daʊn/ /ənd/ /rəʊled/ /ɪt/
/əˈweɪ/ . /nɒt/ /lɒŋ/ /ˈɑːftə/ /ðat/ , /həː/ /frɛnd/
/sɛd/ , “/ʌɪ/ /həʊp/ /juː/ /wə(r)/ /nɒt/ /ˈkreɪzi/ /ɪˈnʌf/ /tʊ/ /pʊt/ /ɔːl/ /ðat/ /ˈmʌni/ /ɪn/ /ðə/ /ˈkɑːskɪt/ . “/ðə/ /wʌɪf / /təːned/ /tʊ/ /həː/ /frɛnd/ /ənd/ /rɪˈplʌɪ/ ; “/jɛs/ , /bɪˈkɒz/
“/ʌɪ/ /hav/ /ˈprɒmɪsed/ . “/ðɛn/ /ʃiː/
/kənˈtɪnjuːed/ ; “/ʌɪ/ /kan/ /nɒt/ /lʌɪ/ . /ʌɪ/
/ˈprɒmɪsed/ /hɪm/ /ðat/ /ʌɪ/ /ˈgəʊɪŋ/ /tʊ/
/pʊt/ /ɔːl/ /ðat/ /ˈmʌni/ /ɪn/ /ðə/ /ˈkɑːskɪt/ /wɪð/ /hɪm/ .
/ˈfiːlɪŋ/ /ʃɒked/ , /həː/ /frɛnd/ /sɛd/ ; /juː/ /miːn/ /ðat/ /juː/ /hav/ /ˈɛvri/ /sɛnt/ /ɒv/ /hɪz/ /ˈmʌni/ /ɪn/ /ðə/ /ˈkɑːskɪt/ /wɪð/ /hɪm/ ? “/ðɛn/ /ðə/ /wʌɪf / /ˈɑːnsəd/ ; “/ˈʃʊəli/ /ʌɪ/ /dɪd/ . /ʌɪ/ /ɡɒt/ /ɪt/ /ɔːl/ /təˈgɛðə/ , /pʊt/ /ɔːl/ /ðat/ /ˈmʌni/ /ˈɪntʊ/ /mʌɪ/ /əˈkaʊnt/ /ənd/
/ʌɪ/ /dʒʌst/ /rəʊt/ /hɪm/ /eɪ/ /tʃɛk/ . “
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