So here is a joke I hear recently.
A Youth Sunday school teacher asked her class if anyone could explain the resurrection.
A boy raised his hand and said, "If you have a resurrection lasting more than four hours, see your doctor."
There was once a fine man who was studying to be a general practitioner. This required many hours of internship in all areas of medicine. He wasn't very comfortable with OB/GYN but knew he had to get through the hours. He found whistling helped him with his awkwardness.
And so, a middle aged lady came one day to have her yearly exam. As she lay there with her feet in the stirrups, he nervously began whistling. A few minutes later the lady burst into laughter.
The intern looked around her leg and asked, "What? What did I do? Did I tickle you?"
The lady laughingly looked at him and replied, "No. You didn't tickle me. I just find it funny you're whistling the tune, "I wish I was an Oscar Meyer Wiener."