Deathbed

FATHER: Children, I feel death drawing ever nearer.
DAUGHTER: What can we do, Dad?
FATHER: Come closer to me. Let me tell you of my life's proudest moment.
SON: You mean the publication of your novel?
FATHER: No.
DAUGHTER: The birth of us?
FATHER: No.
SON: What then?
FATHER: This one time...at a party...in college...a young woman walked in wearing a vest...
SON: Go on, Dad.
FATHER: She looked around the room...confused...as if searching for something. And she asked..."Has anyone seen my vest?"....and in front of everyone...I totally yelled out..."Did you check your torso?"
DAUGHTER: Wh--what? That's it?
FATHER: Everyone totally lost it. The sheer timing of the delivery...it was unbelievable.
SON: That's all you had to tell us?
FATHER: I'm slipping away. My will is there on the table.
SON: Dad, there's nothing in here about either of us. Where's our inheritance?
FATHER: Check....your....torsos!