May I Speak to Mr. Green

A receptionist at a law office picks up the phone…

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“Can I speak to Mr. Green, please?” a little voice at the other end asks.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” the receptionist says, “Mr. Green died last week.”

“Thank you.” The little voice then hangs up.

The next day, the phone rings again. The same little voice asks, “May I speak to Mr. Green, please?”

The receptionist says, “I’m pretty sure you called yesterday, and I told you that Mr. Green is dead.”

“Thank you.” The little voice responds again, then hangs up.

The next day, the phone once again rings, and the same little voice asks, “May I speak to Mr. Green, please?”

The receptionist is getting quite annoyed at this point. “Look, I know you’re the same person who called the last two days, and I told you that Mr. Green is dead! What about that don’t you understand!”

The little voice responds, “Oh, I understand perfectly. I just love to hear you say it.”

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Posted: May 14, 2026 (3 months ago)
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Topics: childhood, dark humor, death
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