Moshe was on his death bed and raised his head gently. "Mendel are you there?"
"Yes, Moshe, I am here."
A moment later Moshe said, "Izzi, are you there?"
His son, Izzi assured him he was by his side.
"Joshua," said the ailing Moshe, "Are you there?"
"I'm here poppa," said Joshua taking his hand. Moshe raised himself on his elbow,
"Then who the hell is minding the shop?"