Petros was a Greek immigrant who had worked all of his life, had saved all of his money and was a real ‘miser’ (tsingouni) when it came to his money.
Just before he died, he said to his Greek wife…. “Voula, when I die, I want you to take all my money and put it in the casket with me. I want to take my money to the after life with me.”
And so he persuaded Voula to promise him, with all of her heart, that when he died, she would put all of the money into the casket with him.
Well, he died. Petros was stretched out in the casket, his wife was sitting there – dressed in black, (what else) screaming ‘Petro my love, where are you going?’ and her best friend Tasia, was sitting next to her.
When they finished the ceremony, and just before the priest closed the casket, the wife said,”Wait just a moment!”
Voula put a small metal box into the casket. Then the priest locked the casket down and they rolled it away…
, “Voula!” said her friend, “I hope you weren’t foolish enough to put all that money in there with him!”
“Listen” Voula said, “I’m a Greek Orthodox wife & I cannot go back on my word. I promised Petro that I was going to put that money in the casket with him. I got it all together, put it into my account, and wrote him a check. If he can cash it, then he can spend it.”