Dan and Ricky were friends for years. Then there was a disagreement involving a woman. Words were said. Things wore smashed. Fists were thrown. Wishes of each others death were made. For years they did not speak. One day, Ricky learns that Dan had died on pancreatic cancer. (The not fun kind.) Ricky dresses in his best attire and attends the funeral. Everyone commented on how they wish Ricky and Dan could have found a way to become friends again. Ricky nodded. Everyone mentioned how good it was that Ricky had came to give his final respects to Dan. Ricky nodded. During the service the preacher asked if anyone wanted to say a few words about Dan. Ricky slowly raised his hand. Tears welled up in everyones eyes in anticipation of Ricky’s eulogy of Dan. As Ricky stood in front of the podium looking out at the crowd of people, he locked eyes with the women in the front row. It was the same women that Ricky and Dan had the disagreement over. That disagreement being she was Ricky’s wife, but then left him for Dan. Ricky looked at her, the very very sad expression on his face said it all. He began to speak: “I have but a few words.” He said, with his eyes still locked on the woman, “Knock. Knock.” Everyone was silent, obviously confused. Ricky is looking even more sad, and somewhat desperate, repeated,”Knock. Knock.” The women finally says, “who’s there?” Ricky bows his head and shakes it slowly. He doesn’t respond for several seconds, then he lifts his head, locking eyes with her once again, and says, “Well it’s certainly NOT DAN!” It is at that point when everyone realizes that look of sorrow they thought they saw on Dan’s face happened to be the same look a person gets when they are tying to suppress Biggest. Laugh. Ever.