Dying milkman
A milkman who is dying in the hospital is surrounded his two sons, daughter and his wife and nurse. Says to his eldest son: - To you, Shankar, I leave the Beverly houses. - To you, my dear daughter Pooja, I leave the apartments in the Los Angeles Plaza. - To you, Akash, being my youngest son with a large future, I leave the City Centeroffices. - And you, my dear wife Punam, the three residential building towers in downtown. The nurse, impressed, tells his wife: Madam, your husband is very rich. He is bequeathing many properties! You all are so lucky!! And the wife retorts: Rich??? Lucky??? Are you kidding me!!!?? Those are his routes where he delivers milk !!!