A woman named Judy  brings a very limp duck, Cuddles, into her veterinarians office.

Judy lays the duck on the table and Nicki the Vet pulls out her stethoscope and listens to the birds chest for a minute.

Nicki the Vet shakes her head and says "I'm sorry, your duck, Cuddles, has passed away."

Judy was very distressed and wailed "Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure. That duck is dead," replied Nicki the Vet

"How can you be so sure?" Judy protested. "He might just be in a coma or something. You haven't even done any tests for that."

Nicki the Vet rolled her eyes but turned and left the room.

Two minutes later she's back with a huge Black Labrador Retriever.

Judy watches in amazement as the dog stands on his hind legs, puts his front paws on the examining table and sniffs the duck from top to bottom. He looks at Nicki the Vet with sad eyes and solemnly shakes his head. Nicki the Vet pats the dog on the head and took him back out of the room.

When she returns she has a cat with her. The cat jumps down on the table and delicately sniffs the duck from bill to tail, stopping to lick one wing very gently. The cat sits back on its haunches, meows softly, shakes its head and strolls out of the room.

Nicki the Vet looks at Judy and says "I'm truly sorry but this duck is 100% certifiably a dead duck. A late duck. It is no more. It has departed."

Nicki the Vet turns to her computer, taps a few keys and produces the bill for Judy.

Still in shock over the loss of her duck, Cuddles, Judy  takes a look at the bill.

"$220.00" she cries. "$220,000 just to tell me my duck is dead?"

Nicki the Vet shrugged and said...