Seen by me on Russian TV, in 1993, in St. Petersburg:
Extremely serious-looking anchorman in the middle of the street, sporting a black armband, microphone in hand, is speaking, giving an eulogy with a background of funeral music: “Dear friends, we are here to give the last farewell to our friends. They were with us throughout all of our lives, and we will miss them sorely. We will never forget them”. As the man is saying this, a line of trucks is parading behind him, decorated with funeral wreaths. On the trucks it is written: “BREAD” / “MILK” / “EGGS” / “MEAT”…
Spanish joke (dated to the 19th century at least):
A priest is back in his village after a pilgrimage to Rome, and he is telling everybody about the marvels he has seen there, including St. Peter’s in the Vatican. At that point, one of the guys in the crowd interjects: “Indeed, the padre is right, that place is magnificent! The very cathedral of Seville would fit inside St. Peter’s!” The priest, amused, says: “But, my son, have you been there?” And the guy, unfazed, answers: “But of course! And the place is so huge that whenever the altar boys have to go from one side of the altar to the other, they have to ride a bicycle!”
(This one sounds WAY funnier in Spanish, believe me. The particular use of language here MAKES it funny).
Another Spanish one:
What is the difference between falling from the 2nd floor and the 15th floor of a building?
If someone falls from the 2nd floor of a building, you hear: THUD - AAAAARGH!
If someone falls from the 15th floor of a building, you hear: AAAAARGH! - THUD
Just my 2 eurocent!