Crack-a-Jack

Dying Indian milkman

An Indian milkman who is dying in the hospital is surrounded by his two sons, daughter, his wife, and nurse.
 
- He says his eldest son, to you, Shankar, I leave the Beverly houses.

- To you, my dear daughter Pooja, I leave the apartments in the Los Angeles Plaza.
   
- To you, Akash, being my youngest son with a large future, I leave the City Center offices.
 
- And you, my dear wife Punam, the three residential building towers in downtown.

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!!!?? Those are his routes where he delivers milk!!!