I manage the office of a funeral home. Names in the story have been changed.

One day, one of my directors sent out a standard group message letting us know of a new call for a Sarah Jones, who had passed at the hospital. A few minutes later, the hospital calls with a new call for a Sarah Smith.

Concerned that we might have two different names for the same person, while still on the phone with the guy from the hospital, I texted the director about it.

Director: “Yes, sorry, Jones is her street name.”

I repeated this out loud, and the hospital guy and I had a good laugh along the lines of:

Hospital Guy: “Who has a street name?!”

A few minutes after I hung up, still laughing, it hit me, and I had to call him back; laughing so hard I could barely speak, tears of laughter pouring down my face.

Me: “She lived on Jones Street!”