A Reason I Hate My Name....

Al Died

Al died in a fire and his body was burned pretty badly. The morgue
needed someone to identify the body, so they sent for his two best
friends, Joe and Hank. The three men had always done everything
together.

Joe arrived first, and when the mortician pulled back the sheet,
Joe said, 'Yup, his face is burned up pretty bad. You better roll
him over.'

The mortician rolled him over and Joe said, 'Nope, ain't Al.'
The mortician thought this was rather strange. So he brought Hank
in to confirm the identity of the body.

Hank looked at the body and said, 'Yup, he's pretty well burnt up.
Roll him over.' The mortician rolled him over and Hank said, 'No,
it ain't Al.'

The mortician asked, 'How can you tell?'
Hank said, 'Well, Al had two assholes.'
'What? He had two assholes?' asked the mortician.
Yup, we never seen 'em, but everybody used to say, 'There's Al
with them two assholes.