A lawyer phones the governor’s mansion shortly after midnight. “I need to talk to the governor, it’s an emergency!” exclaims the lawyer.
The governor’s assistant wakes the governor and hands him the phone. “So, what is it that’s so important that it can’t wait until morning?” grumbles the governor.
“Judge Pierson just died, and I want to take his place,” begs the attorney.
“Well, it’s okay with me if it’s okay with the undertaker,” replies the governor.