In the mid-sixties, there was a hippy named Benny in San Francisco.
Benny was real hip, but he just couldn't grow a beard like the rest of
the flower child guys in Haight-Ashbury (Hashbury).
One day Benny met up with a Gypsy Lady who liked him enough to grant him
a wish, so, naturally, Benny wished for a beard. Gypsy Lady granted the
wish but warned Benny to ALWAYS wear the beard, never cut it off.
Well, the years went by, the flower children aged, the hippoy movement
sorta died out, Benny went on to a career as a successful financial
adviser. Benny decided the beard no longer fit his image so, ignoring
the Gypsy Lady's warnings, he shaved it off. **POOF** Benny
disintegrated into a pile of ashes, the janitor swept him up and
deposited him in a jar.
Moral of the story: A Benny shaved is a Benny urned.