Two young pilots had had too many drinks in the local tavem. On their way
back to the base they got lost.
Suddenly one of them stopped and said, "Hey, Joe, we'ze ina shemetery.
Here's a gravestone."
"Whosh is it?" asked Joe.
The aviator lit a match, looked at the stone, and said, "Don' know hish
name, but he sure wash an old man. Says hunert and twenty."
"Wow," exclaimed his buddy. "Maybe he wash Methuselah?' The aviator
lit another match.
"Nope" he reported. "It was shum guy named Miles to Chatham."