An old Jewish man was dying in the hospital. His family – wife, children, grandchildren – came to see him, but only one was allowed in the room at a time. Grandson Ben went in first. "Hello, Grampa Moishe. Can I do something for you?"
"Yes," said Grampa Moishe. Go tell Gramma Sadie I want some of her delicious chopped liver that she made yesterday. Ben went out and told Gramma Sadie, who said, "Go tell Grampa Moishe he can’t have any chopped liver. It would kill him."
Ben went back in and reported what she’d said.
"You tell Gramma Sadie I want the chopped liver. I’m dying anyway and it won’t make any difference."
Ben went and told Gramma Sadie, who said, "Go tell Grampa Moishe he can’t have any. The chopped liver is for the shiva."