A blonde from New York was getting her affairs in order. She prepared her will and made her final arrangements.
As part of these arrangement she met with her rabbi to talk about what type of funeral service she wanted, etc.
The blonde told her rabbi she had two final requests. First, she wanted to be cremated, and second, she wanted her ashes scattered over Bloomindales.
"Bloomindales!" the rabbi said. "Why Bloomindales?"
"That way, I know my daughters will visit me at least 3 times a week."