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Moishe is taken to hospital for a series of tests and not long after, Doctor Morris enters Moishe's room.
"Moishe," says Doctor Morris, "I'm sorry to have to tell you this but your tests have come back and the news isn't very good. In fact it's as bad as it could be. It seems that your condition is both terminal and untreatable."
"Oy Veh," cries Moishe. "So how much time do I have left?"
"Eight," replies Doctor Morris.
"Eight what?" asks Moishe, "Eight years? Eight months? Eight days?"
Looking at his watch, Doctor Morris replies, "eight ........ seven ....... six ........"