A man who just died is delivered to the mortuary wearing
an expensive, expertly tailored black suit.
The mortician asks the deceased's wife how she would like
the body dressed.
He points out that the man does look good in the black suit
he is already wearing.
The widow, however, says that she always thought her husband
looked his best in blue and that she wants him in a blue suit.
She gives the mortician a blank check and says, "I don't care
what it costs, but please have my husband in a blue suit for
the viewing."
The woman returns the next day for the wake.

To her delight, she finds her husband dressed in
a gorgeous blue suit with a subtle chalk stripe;
the suit fits him perfectly.

She says to the mortician, "Whatever this cost,
I'm very satisfied. You did an excellent job and
I'm very grateful. How much did you spend?"

To her astonishment, the mortician presents her
with the blank check. "There's no charge," he says.
"No, really, I must compensate you for the cost of
that exquisite blue suit!" she says.
"Honestly, ma'am," the mortician says, "it cost nothing.

“You see, a deceased gentleman of about your
husband's size was brought in shortly after you
left yesterday, and he was wearing an attractive blue suit.

“I asked his wife if she minded him going to his grave
wearing a black suit instead, and she said it made no
difference as long as he looked nice.

"Then it was just a matter of switching the heads.

Sometimes too much info is no help.

Old one. Compliments of Redd Foxx circa. 1957.

Also the the Red Foxx one about the nudist wedding. No one knew who the groom was but there was no mistaking the best man.