Ever since the Jewish Chronicle printed his obituary in error, Hymie just can’t get it out of his mind that he really is dead.  His delusion becomes such a problem that his sons finally pay for a psychiatrist to visit him to sort him out.

The psychiatrist spends many laborious sessions trying to convince Hymie that he is, indeed, still alive, but nothing seems to work.

Finally the psychiatrist tries one last time.  He takes some medical books with him to help him prove to Hymie that dead men can’t bleed.  After an hour of argument and book reading, it seems that he has finally succeeded.

"So, Hymie," says the psychiatrist, "do you now agree with the medical establishment that dead men don't bleed?"

"Yes," replies Hymie.

"Very well then," says the psychiatrist as he pricks Hymie's finger with a pin causing it to bleed a little, "look at this.  What does that blood tell you, Hymie?"

"Oy vay," says Hymie, as he stares incredulously at his finger, "it means that dead men really do bleed!"