An old Jewish patriarch is laying dying in his bed. Naturally, all his family is
standing around him praying for his soul and waiting for him to die. The old man
raises himself on his elbows and looks around him with great difficulty.
“Abraam, are you here?”
“Yes, father”, comes a voice from someone.
“Sarah, are you here?”
“Yes, my husband”, another voice comes from the crowd around him.
“Rebbeca, are you here?”
“Yes, uncle.”
“Isaac?”
“Yes, grandfather.”
“Saoul?”
“Yes, father.”
The old man strains himself to sit up on the bed, looks around and asks:
“And who the fuck is looking after the store?”