a developer goes to a funeral
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The three sons stand around the open grave, looking down at their father's casket, after the ceremony is finished. A gravedigger stands by holding a shovel, unsure if the sons will want to do the customary throwing of a handful of earth in final farewell. The bereaved mother comes rushing up, to tell the sons that their father's last wish was that they should each put a one-hundred dollar bill in the grave. The sons are baffled by this, but, of course, they will respect the last wish. The oldest son, an engineer, takes a one-hundred dollar bill out from his wallet and drops it in. The second, son, a doctor, does the same. The third son, a programmer, takes out a sheet of paper, writes on it, then drops that in the grave. The rest of the family looks disturbed: "What did you just put in the grave," the mother asks in an irritated tone of voice. "Always had to be different, that one," said the engineer; "Why the hell didn't you put the money in ?," said the doctor. The programmer, looking baffled by these questions, said: "I put in the formula for compound interest at the current rate, and gave him one-third of what the balance would be after two-hundred years, which is one-thousand dollars." note: this is my own take on a very old story usually involving a doctor, engineer, and lawyer.
«Tell me and I forget. Teach me and I remember. Involve me and I learn.» Benjamin Franklin
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The three sons stand around the open grave, looking down at their father's casket, after the ceremony is finished. A gravedigger stands by holding a shovel, unsure if the sons will want to do the customary throwing of a handful of earth in final farewell. The bereaved mother comes rushing up, to tell the sons that their father's last wish was that they should each put a one-hundred dollar bill in the grave. The sons are baffled by this, but, of course, they will respect the last wish. The oldest son, an engineer, takes a one-hundred dollar bill out from his wallet and drops it in. The second, son, a doctor, does the same. The third son, a programmer, takes out a sheet of paper, writes on it, then drops that in the grave. The rest of the family looks disturbed: "What did you just put in the grave," the mother asks in an irritated tone of voice. "Always had to be different, that one," said the engineer; "Why the hell didn't you put the money in ?," said the doctor. The programmer, looking baffled by these questions, said: "I put in the formula for compound interest at the current rate, and gave him one-third of what the balance would be after two-hundred years, which is one-thousand dollars." note: this is my own take on a very old story usually involving a doctor, engineer, and lawyer.
«Tell me and I forget. Teach me and I remember. Involve me and I learn.» Benjamin Franklin
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The three sons stand around the open grave, looking down at their father's casket, after the ceremony is finished. A gravedigger stands by holding a shovel, unsure if the sons will want to do the customary throwing of a handful of earth in final farewell. The bereaved mother comes rushing up, to tell the sons that their father's last wish was that they should each put a one-hundred dollar bill in the grave. The sons are baffled by this, but, of course, they will respect the last wish. The oldest son, an engineer, takes a one-hundred dollar bill out from his wallet and drops it in. The second, son, a doctor, does the same. The third son, a programmer, takes out a sheet of paper, writes on it, then drops that in the grave. The rest of the family looks disturbed: "What did you just put in the grave," the mother asks in an irritated tone of voice. "Always had to be different, that one," said the engineer; "Why the hell didn't you put the money in ?," said the doctor. The programmer, looking baffled by these questions, said: "I put in the formula for compound interest at the current rate, and gave him one-third of what the balance would be after two-hundred years, which is one-thousand dollars." note: this is my own take on a very old story usually involving a doctor, engineer, and lawyer.
«Tell me and I forget. Teach me and I remember. Involve me and I learn.» Benjamin Franklin
BillWoodruff wrote:
"I put in the formula for compound interest at the current rate, and gave him one-third of what the balance would be after two-hundred years, which is one-thousand dollars."
Thank goodness he wasn't buried at sea, because you get no return on a sunk cost
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The three sons stand around the open grave, looking down at their father's casket, after the ceremony is finished. A gravedigger stands by holding a shovel, unsure if the sons will want to do the customary throwing of a handful of earth in final farewell. The bereaved mother comes rushing up, to tell the sons that their father's last wish was that they should each put a one-hundred dollar bill in the grave. The sons are baffled by this, but, of course, they will respect the last wish. The oldest son, an engineer, takes a one-hundred dollar bill out from his wallet and drops it in. The second, son, a doctor, does the same. The third son, a programmer, takes out a sheet of paper, writes on it, then drops that in the grave. The rest of the family looks disturbed: "What did you just put in the grave," the mother asks in an irritated tone of voice. "Always had to be different, that one," said the engineer; "Why the hell didn't you put the money in ?," said the doctor. The programmer, looking baffled by these questions, said: "I put in the formula for compound interest at the current rate, and gave him one-third of what the balance would be after two-hundred years, which is one-thousand dollars." note: this is my own take on a very old story usually involving a doctor, engineer, and lawyer.
«Tell me and I forget. Teach me and I remember. Involve me and I learn.» Benjamin Franklin
I don't get it :confused:
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The three sons stand around the open grave, looking down at their father's casket, after the ceremony is finished. A gravedigger stands by holding a shovel, unsure if the sons will want to do the customary throwing of a handful of earth in final farewell. The bereaved mother comes rushing up, to tell the sons that their father's last wish was that they should each put a one-hundred dollar bill in the grave. The sons are baffled by this, but, of course, they will respect the last wish. The oldest son, an engineer, takes a one-hundred dollar bill out from his wallet and drops it in. The second, son, a doctor, does the same. The third son, a programmer, takes out a sheet of paper, writes on it, then drops that in the grave. The rest of the family looks disturbed: "What did you just put in the grave," the mother asks in an irritated tone of voice. "Always had to be different, that one," said the engineer; "Why the hell didn't you put the money in ?," said the doctor. The programmer, looking baffled by these questions, said: "I put in the formula for compound interest at the current rate, and gave him one-third of what the balance would be after two-hundred years, which is one-thousand dollars." note: this is my own take on a very old story usually involving a doctor, engineer, and lawyer.
«Tell me and I forget. Teach me and I remember. Involve me and I learn.» Benjamin Franklin
There was a fourth son - an accountant - who removed the bills and replaced them with a cheque for $400...
Bad command or file name. Bad, bad command! Sit! Stay! Staaaay...
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Yeah, I was expecting the paper to be the "address" of where the money is located, passing the money by reference rather than by value...
Er, I can't think of a funny signature right now. How about a good fart to break the silence?
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The three sons stand around the open grave, looking down at their father's casket, after the ceremony is finished. A gravedigger stands by holding a shovel, unsure if the sons will want to do the customary throwing of a handful of earth in final farewell. The bereaved mother comes rushing up, to tell the sons that their father's last wish was that they should each put a one-hundred dollar bill in the grave. The sons are baffled by this, but, of course, they will respect the last wish. The oldest son, an engineer, takes a one-hundred dollar bill out from his wallet and drops it in. The second, son, a doctor, does the same. The third son, a programmer, takes out a sheet of paper, writes on it, then drops that in the grave. The rest of the family looks disturbed: "What did you just put in the grave," the mother asks in an irritated tone of voice. "Always had to be different, that one," said the engineer; "Why the hell didn't you put the money in ?," said the doctor. The programmer, looking baffled by these questions, said: "I put in the formula for compound interest at the current rate, and gave him one-third of what the balance would be after two-hundred years, which is one-thousand dollars." note: this is my own take on a very old story usually involving a doctor, engineer, and lawyer.
«Tell me and I forget. Teach me and I remember. Involve me and I learn.» Benjamin Franklin
First thought was the third son put in a "bill" (invoice) for $100.
Mongo: Mongo only pawn... in game of life.
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The three sons stand around the open grave, looking down at their father's casket, after the ceremony is finished. A gravedigger stands by holding a shovel, unsure if the sons will want to do the customary throwing of a handful of earth in final farewell. The bereaved mother comes rushing up, to tell the sons that their father's last wish was that they should each put a one-hundred dollar bill in the grave. The sons are baffled by this, but, of course, they will respect the last wish. The oldest son, an engineer, takes a one-hundred dollar bill out from his wallet and drops it in. The second, son, a doctor, does the same. The third son, a programmer, takes out a sheet of paper, writes on it, then drops that in the grave. The rest of the family looks disturbed: "What did you just put in the grave," the mother asks in an irritated tone of voice. "Always had to be different, that one," said the engineer; "Why the hell didn't you put the money in ?," said the doctor. The programmer, looking baffled by these questions, said: "I put in the formula for compound interest at the current rate, and gave him one-third of what the balance would be after two-hundred years, which is one-thousand dollars." note: this is my own take on a very old story usually involving a doctor, engineer, and lawyer.
«Tell me and I forget. Teach me and I remember. Involve me and I learn.» Benjamin Franklin
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The three sons stand around the open grave, looking down at their father's casket, after the ceremony is finished. A gravedigger stands by holding a shovel, unsure if the sons will want to do the customary throwing of a handful of earth in final farewell. The bereaved mother comes rushing up, to tell the sons that their father's last wish was that they should each put a one-hundred dollar bill in the grave. The sons are baffled by this, but, of course, they will respect the last wish. The oldest son, an engineer, takes a one-hundred dollar bill out from his wallet and drops it in. The second, son, a doctor, does the same. The third son, a programmer, takes out a sheet of paper, writes on it, then drops that in the grave. The rest of the family looks disturbed: "What did you just put in the grave," the mother asks in an irritated tone of voice. "Always had to be different, that one," said the engineer; "Why the hell didn't you put the money in ?," said the doctor. The programmer, looking baffled by these questions, said: "I put in the formula for compound interest at the current rate, and gave him one-third of what the balance would be after two-hundred years, which is one-thousand dollars." note: this is my own take on a very old story usually involving a doctor, engineer, and lawyer.
«Tell me and I forget. Teach me and I remember. Involve me and I learn.» Benjamin Franklin
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I know this joke with the a cheque.
Press F1 for help or google it. Greetings from Germany
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The three sons stand around the open grave, looking down at their father's casket, after the ceremony is finished. A gravedigger stands by holding a shovel, unsure if the sons will want to do the customary throwing of a handful of earth in final farewell. The bereaved mother comes rushing up, to tell the sons that their father's last wish was that they should each put a one-hundred dollar bill in the grave. The sons are baffled by this, but, of course, they will respect the last wish. The oldest son, an engineer, takes a one-hundred dollar bill out from his wallet and drops it in. The second, son, a doctor, does the same. The third son, a programmer, takes out a sheet of paper, writes on it, then drops that in the grave. The rest of the family looks disturbed: "What did you just put in the grave," the mother asks in an irritated tone of voice. "Always had to be different, that one," said the engineer; "Why the hell didn't you put the money in ?," said the doctor. The programmer, looking baffled by these questions, said: "I put in the formula for compound interest at the current rate, and gave him one-third of what the balance would be after two-hundred years, which is one-thousand dollars." note: this is my own take on a very old story usually involving a doctor, engineer, and lawyer.
«Tell me and I forget. Teach me and I remember. Involve me and I learn.» Benjamin Franklin
I'd ask to see the spec. What's the deadline? Can't I remove one of the other bills and then toss that one back in? Once I have tossed in a bill can't I then remove it?
