"Yes, I hired it.”
“You hired a heart attack?! How can we hire a heart attack?”
“Talk to it and settle for an amount. Easy.”
The prosecutor looked at the judge. The judge shrugged.
“When did you talk to this heart attack then?”
“Two months ago.”
“And it said it would kill your boss?”
The defendant nodded.
“Are there many heart attacks around doing hit jobs?”
“No, there's only one.”
“And what's its name?”
“Ah, that's why your boss is still alive.”
The room burst into laughter.
A few weeks later, the prosecutor died of a heart attack.