A German, whose wife was ill at the Seney Hospital, Brooklyn, called the
first evening she was there and inquired how she was getting along. He
was told that she was improving.
Next day he called again, and was told she was still improving. This
went on for some time, each day the report being that his wife was
improving.
Finally, one day he called and said:
"How iss my wife?"
"She's dead."
He went out and met a friend, and the friend said:
"Well, how is your wife?"
"She's dead."
"Ooh! How terrible! What did she die of?"
"Improvements!"