A Greek man named Kosta went to his doctor. The doctor, after an examination, sighed and said, "I've got some bad news for you Kosta!!!. You have cancer, and you'd best put your affairs in order." Kosta was shocked, but managed to compose himself and walk into the waiting room, where his son had been waiting. "Well son, We Greek's celebrate when things are good, and we celebrate when things not so good. In this case, things aren't well. I have cancer. Let's head to the pub and have a few pints." After 3 or 4 pints, the two were feeling a little less sombre. There were some laughs and more beers. They were eventually approached by some of Kosta?s old friends, who were curious as to what the two were celebrating. Kosta told his friends they were drinking to his impending end. "I have been diagnosed with AIDS." The friends gave Kosta their condolences, and they had a couple more beers. After the friends left, Kosta's son leaned over and whispered, Dad, I thought you said you were dying of cancer? "I am" Said Kosta "But you just told your friends you were dying of AIDS." Said his son. Kosta said, "I said that cos, I don't want any of them sleeping with your Mother after I'm gone."