Three bodies turn up at the morgue, all with big smiles on their faces. A coroner calls a police officer to tell him what’s happened.
He says: “First body: A French man, about 60, died of heart failure while making love to his mistress. Hence the enormous smile. Second body: A Scotsman, 25, won the lottery, spent it all on whisky. Died of alcohol poisoning, hence the smile.”
The police officer asks: “What of the third body?”
“Ah,” says the coroner. “This is the most unusual one. Looks to be a redneck around the age of 30. He was struck by lightning.”
“Why is he smiling then?” inquires the officer.
The coroner replies: “He thought he was having his picture taken.”