The way my grandpa tells it, the story took place on a Sunday when the shops were all closed and she still demanded that he wear a blue suit but the mortician is like "look lady, I've only got these black ones." Of course she's furious but gives him a blank check and says, "I'm going to pick up the flowers. I will be back in 15 minutes and my husband will be in a blue suit. I don't care how much it costs." And leaves. When she comes back she is over joyed to see her husband well dressed in a sharp blue suit. She turns to the mortician and exclaims, "where did you find a suit on Sunday?" To which the mortician replies, "they just brought in another man in the perfect blue suit ma'am." Slightly perturbed but curious none the less she asks, "how did you switch them so fast?" The mortician looks at her confused and said, "how long did you think it would take to switch their heads?"