Norrlänsk obituary…

It was behaving no better than to Alfred from Hebbersliden had died and left his wife Alma.
As usual, it would be advertised in the local newspaper, as Alma called the advertising department to tell what happened.

The following conversation took place:
Soul: “Arne annonsavdelninga?”
The newspaper's advertising staff: “Already, that's right.”
Soul: “- N’ Alfre 'e die.”
Employees: “-Well, and now you want to put a death notice, I understand.”
Soul: “- Tschuu (whistling breathing, Norrland for yes)”
Employees: “- And what do you think it should be in the ad when?”
Soul: “- N’ Alfre 'e die.”
Employees: “- And what do you want us to write more in ad?”
Soul: “- Inge mejr, he fö be expensive if je na write mejr. He e int lönnt the lay out of reach Onoda.”

The newspaper's staff thought for a while and came up with is that it would be difficult to persuade Alma to write something more in ad, so according to what he said:
Employees: “Soul, you get three words for free.” “We will provide them.”

Alma thought for a few seconds and then said:
Soul: “And, that case to see je that he should stand: Snowmobile for Sale!”

Be Careful Out There

Anders