The Moth Joke (credit to Norm MacDonald)

This is my absolute favorite joke of all time. (Not his exact wording, but the way I tell it.)

"A moth walks into a podiatrist' s office. When he gets into the exam room the doctor says: Hello moth, what can I do for you?"

The moth replies: "Well doc, I'm incredibly depressed. I'm feel like my life is falling away from underneath me. I've work at the book bindery for Peter Ilynovich for 25 years. Not once in my career have I had a raise. I'm not even sure he knows my name. I have absolutely no passion for my job. I don't have any passion in my life at all for that matter. I lie awake at night, deeply troubled. When I turn to my sleeping wife, I do not even recognize her. She has not aged well. Where is the beautiful moth I married? My mind then turns to my daughter, Anastasia. She died in the great war. She was the only joy in my life, and now she is just a distant memory."

He begins to weep.

I then think of my other child. I think of my son, Gregaro, and how I cannot look him in the eye, for if I do , I see the same cowardice that I see every time I look in the mirror at my pathetic reflection. I see the same cowardice that keeps me from taking the loaded pistol on my bedside table, cocking it, placing it against my temple, and pulling the trigger."

The moth becomes even more morose. He continues:
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"I feel like a spider... even though I am a moth... hanging from a single thread above an eternal inferno, burning white hot with shame and regret. I believe the only way out of this miserable existence is to take my own life."

The podiatsist takes along hard look at the moth in silenc. After a moment he says:

"I am very sorry you are so deeply troubled, moth. But you need to see a Psychiatrist. Why on earth did you come to see me?"

The moth looks at the podiatrist and says:
"Well, the light was on."