Milkman
A milkman, who is dying in hospital, is surrounded by his two sons, his daughter, his wife and a nurse.
He says:
To you, Peter, I leave the Mayfair houses.
To you, my dear daughter, I leave the apartments in Chelsea.
To you, Charlie, being my youngest son with a large future, I leave the City Centre offices.
And you, my dear wife, the three hotels in Knightsbridge.
The nurse, impressed, tells his wife, "Madam, your husband is very rich. He is bequeathing many properties! You all are so lucky!"
And the wife retorts, "Rich? Lucky? Are you kidding me? He is a Milkman.
Those are his routes where he delivers."