A couple made a deal that whoever died first would come back and inform the other of the afterlife. Their biggest fear was that there was no afterlife.

After a long life, the husband was the first to go, and true to his word he made contact, 'Annie, Annie.'

'Is that you, Fred?'

'Yes, I've come back like we agreed.'

'What's it like?'

'Well, I get up in the morning, I have sex, I have breakfast, off to the golf course, I have sex, I bathe in the sun, and then I have sex twice.

I have lunch, another romp around the golf course, then sex pretty much all afternoon.

After supper, golf course again. Then have sex until late at night. The next day it starts again.'

'Oh, Fred you surely must be in heaven?'

'Not exactly, I'm a rabbit in Suffolk.'

And what's wrong in being a rabbit in Suffolk?

BeePee (heehee)

And what's wrong in being a rabbit in Suffolk?

BeePee (heehee)

nothing apart from being sniped by a ned with an air rifle...

or Bernard Matthews maybe looking for somwthing different to turkeys

Bernard Matthews, Rabbit roll, Rabbit joints

Merv

There is always the one about the rabbit who loved toasted sandwiches. In fact one day he had a cheese and tomato toasted sandwich, followed by a ham one and then jam and peanut butter one.

That night he just keeled over and died.

Of what you ask? Why mixinmatoasties of course!

(Rabbit disease mixamatosis reached epidemic proportions in the 60's and was particularly bad in East Anglia)

BeePee