A woman goes into the local newspaper office to see that the obituary
for her recently deceased husband is published. The obit editor informs
her that there is a charge of 50 cents per word. She pauses, reflects,
and then says well, then, let it read "Fred Brown died."

Amused at the woman's thrift, the editor tells her that there is a seven
word minimum for all obituaries. She thinks it over and in a few seconds
says, "In that case, let it read, 'Fred Brown died: golf clubs for sale.'"