The Ancient Greeks placed coins on the eyes of their dead, so that they could pay Charon, the boatman of Hades, to ferry them across the River Styx.
Charon: Greetings, departed soul. I am here to ferry you across these blackened waters.
Departed Soul: Thank you, Charon. Please, accept these coins as payment for your trouble.
Charon: Two cents? You want me to paddle you across the River Styx for two cents?
Departed Soul: I’m sorry, it’s all the cash I’ve got on me.
Charon: It’s like a 600 mile trip. Against the current.
Departed Soul: I understand if you don’t want to take me.
Charon: No, I mean, I’m going to take you. I need the money. You realize it’s like a four-month trip, right?
Departed Soul: Wow, four months?
Charon: Sometimes it takes five or six. It depends on how many monsters I have to fight.
Departed Soul: I’m sorry I don’t have more coins.
Charon: This keeps happening.
Six months later
Mrs. Charon: Hi honey. How was work?
Charon: Not great.
Mrs. Charon: Bobby needs money for his scout uniform.
Charon: When did he join the scouts?
Mrs. Charon: Last month, when you were away paddling. The uniform’s eighty-five dollars.
Charon: Eighty-five dollars for a uniform? What’s it made of, silk?
Mrs. Charon: If you want, I could ask my mother to pay for it.
Charon: Don’t you dare ask your mother.