I approached my cashier and made small talk. She gives Roscoe snacks when we walk by. The other cashier called out, "Fresh liver! I've got fresh liver...!"
All the people working in the place stopped what they were doing, applauded and called out, "Fresh Liver!" I laughed along with them as I gave the cashier a $20 bill.
I said, "Does that mean she's 21 today?"
My cashier said, "Yep, you'll have to forgive us. We're bad... plain bad..."
"Oh no," I said, "I like it. Nice and morbid. My favorite kind of joke."
She said, "You have to have a morbid streak when you're in the business of helping people die."
Then she gave me my change.