One particular Sunday Ole was lying back in the hammock and, having just returned from church with Lena, he was feeling a little religious.
"God," said Ole, "Ven you made Lena, vy did you make her so nice and round and so pleasant ta hold?"
Suddenly a voice from above said, "So you would love her, Ole."
"Vell then vy, oh vy," asked Ole, "vy Lord did you make her so stupid?"
"So she would love YOU," said the voice.
Ole is on his deathbed. One day he smells the smell of fresh lefse coming from downstairs. So he summons up the last of his strength and drags himself downstairs. He's at the table reaching for the lefse when Lena slaps his hand and says, "Ole, that's for after the funeral."