complaining about his usual long list of symptoms plus some new ones. The doctor, completely fed up at this point, says, "I've examined you throughly from head to toe, sir. I've run an exhaustive battery of tests - EKGs, CATScans, MRIs, ultrasounds, etc. I cannot find anything wrong with you. In fact, you are the epitome of health."
"But doctor, there is something seriously wrong with me, I can feel it. There must be something you can do. Please!"
The doctor says, "Ok, there is one more test that might get to the bottom of this. Be here at 7am, tomorrow morning."
The hypochondriac was so excited and anxious that he couldn't sleep that night but he was at the hospital on time the next morning. When he arrives he's asked to strip down to a hospital gown and then swiftly rolled down to an operating room where he greets the doctor.
"Thank you so much for doing this, doctor!" exclaimed the hypochondriac.
"No problem, sir. Now we are going to administer the anesthesia. Please count back from 100." says the doctor.
"100, 99, 98, 97, 96...oh by the way, I forgot to ask you, what is this procedure called?" inquires the hypochondriac.
And just as the hypochondriac fades away,
the doctor says, "An Autopsy."
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