A wealthy and portly old man lived in a large manor long ago. The man was reaching the end of his days, and the man had not a family of his own. So, with no heir to inherit his fortune, the man gave his money to his brother, asking only for a decent funeral and a final box of his favorite donuts. Upon his deathbed, the man opened the box of donuts. However, the box only had eleven out of the twelve that came in the dozen. Confused, the man closed the box, then opened it again; this time, there were only nine of the twelve. Curious, the man repeated the notion again. Upon opening the box, he saw only six of the twelve. Frightened, the man threw the box to the floor. The lid landed face up, and the man saw that the donuts were stuck to the top of the lid. Unfortunately, the shock drove the man to a heart attack, and he died.
Weeks later, the man was to have his funeral. People wept and mourned the loss of the old man, for his fortune had funded many charities, and he was thought highly of. The priest beckoned that the casket be opened so that they might pay their last respects. Upon opening the lid, a woman shrieked: The body was not in the casket.