The old man was critically ill. He called his lawyer. "I want to become a lawyer," he said. "How much for a quickie law degree?"
"About $50,000," the lawyer said: "But why bother?"
"That’s my business. Get me the course."
Four days later the lawyer delivered the new law degree. Suddenly the old man was wracked with fits of coughing, and it was clear the end was near.
"Please, before it’s too late," said the lawyer, "Tell me why you wanted a law degree now?"
As he breathed his last, the old man whispered, "One less lawyer."