The young intern looked nervously over at the pathologist eating a peanut butter and pickle sandwich and said, "Uh, Doctor, this guy's not exactly dead. His heart's still beating".

The pathologist brought his sandwich over and took a glance. Then he said, "Oops".

The intern told him, "His heart's beating but he's not breathing. Is he dead or alive?"

"He's not breathing because his lungs are over there floating in the pan, dummy. Okay, start sewing all this stuff back in while I get his brain out of the jar. Make sure you put everything back where it belongs. No funny stuff, got it?".

The pathologist took the guy's brain out of the jar and wiped the formaldehyde off on his apron. He stuffed the brain back into the skull and connected it as best he could remember from Gray's Anatomy in med school. He went into his office and got some airplane glue to put the top of the skull back on.

"My God, what are we going to do? How can we ever explain this?", the intern asked in a panic.

"What I always do- lie. I'll never admit I did this autopsy and neither will you unless you want to be a former intern. Heck, sometimes the patient ends up better off than before".

"And if not?", the intern asked.

"Well, that's why we have mental hospitals and nursing homes".

"Aren't you afraid of being sued?"

"By a mental patient?"