It isn’t the cough
My father used to say:
It isn't the cough that carries you off; it's the coffin they carry you off in.
I think of that every time I find myself coughing pretty much continually for a span of multiple days, as I've been doing lately.
Also of this joke, again from my father, ideally to be told at such frantic speed that listeners don't really have time to react until it's over:
There's a hearse going up a steep hill, and it hits a bump and the back door flies open and the coffin inside falls out the back and starts sliding down the hill, faster and faster, and at the bottom of the hill it jumps the curb and plows through the front door of a drugstore, and slides the length of the store until it slams to a stop against the back counter, and the coffin lid pops open and the guy inside sits up and says to the pharmacist, "Doctor, doctor, give me something to stop this coffin!"
I went Googling to see whether I'd posted that somewhere before, and instead found an unrelated but cute "shaggy puppy story":
A squirrel was sitting on a pine tree one day when she saw a cow climbing the tree.
"Hey, cow," said the squirrel, "why are you climbing this tree?"
"I want to eat some apples," said the cow.
"But this is a pine tree!" yelled out the squirrel.
"I know," replied the cow. "I brought my own apples."
While I'm jumping around randomly, I may as well ask an unrelated question. Does anyone know the origin of the phrase "Mopery with intent to gawk?" I first encountered it long ago, but I have no idea where it comes from.