To get the ball rolling, here is my first contribution:
Moshe was visiting a cemetery. Wandering around he finally came to a magnificent mausoleum that had been made of shiny black marble. The inscription above the doorway, inlaid in gold, said ‘Rothchild’.
‘WOW!’ exclaimed Moshe. ‘Now, that’s what I call living.’
I am not Jewish myself but I like Jewish humour, probably better than any other kind.