Stanley died in a fire and his body was burned pretty badly. The morgue needed someone
to identify the body, so they sent for his two best deer hunting friends,
Cooter and Gomer. The three men had always hunted and fished together and were
long time members of a hunting camp. They were inseparable.
Cooter arrived first and when the mortician pulled back the
sheet, Cooter said, “Yup, his face is burned up pretty bad. You better
roll him over.”
The mortician rolled him over and Cooter said, “Nope,
ain’t Stanley.”
The mortician thought this was rather strange, So he
brought Gomer in to confirm the identity of the body. Gomer looked at the body
and said, “Yup, he’s pretty well burnt up, roll him over.”
The mortician rolled him over and Gomer said, “No, it
ain’t Stanley.
The mortician asked, “How can you tell?”
Gomer said, “Well, Stanley had two ass-holes.”
“What! He had two ass-holes?” exclaimed the
mortician.
“Yup, we never actually seen’em but everybody used to
say, ‘There’s Stanley with them two ass-holes.'”