An American sailor happened to be wandering round a Tokyo cemetary,and was puzzled to see a young Japanese reverently place a dish of sweet cakes on a grave and walk away.
That’s crazzy way to act,thought the sailor.He caught up with the Japanese and said:
"I don’t mean to be insulting,bud,but there’s just one thing I can’t figure out.When do you reckon that corpse is going to eat his little snack?"
The answer came in a flash.
"Just as soon as your grandfather smells the flowers you put on his grave."