When Mulla Nasrudin died, his wife decided to have him cremated. The attendant at the crematory showed his widow a display of beautifully decorated urns for his ashes. “No,” she said. “I don’t want any of those things. I want you to put his ashes in an hour glass. I am going to put it on the mantelpiece. Mulla Nasrudin never did a day’s work in his life, but believe me, he will be busy all day long from now on.”