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 !!!