As he lay on death bed he spoke. “Laxmi, I want you to know before I die that Mohan, the tailor owes me Rs. 200 and Ram the butcher owes me Rs. 300”. His wife turned to the children and said, “What a wonderful man your father is. Even when he is dying he has got brains to realize who owns him money.”

The old man continued, ” And Laxmi, I want you to also know that I owe the landlord a hundred rupees.” To which his wife cried, “Oh, no, now he is delirious !”