Category: Death Jokes
 

      A woman went to a local psychic in the hope of contacting her dearly departed grandmother.
      
      Soon the psychic's eyelids began fluttering, her voice started to quiver, her hands floated up above the table, and she began moaning.
      
      Eventually a coherent voice emanated, saying: "Granddaughter? Are you there?"
      
      The woman, wide-eyed and on the edge of her seat, responded: "Grandma, is that you?"
      
      "Yes, granddaughter, it's me."
      
      "It's really, really you, grandma?"
      
      "Yes, it's really me, Granddaughter."
      
      The woman looked puzzled. "You're sure it's you, grandma?"
      
      "Yes, granddaughter, I'm sure it's me."
      
      The woman paused for a moment. "Grandma, I have just one question for you."
      
      "Anything, my child."
      
      "When did you learn to speak English?"