In the  hospital the relatives gathered in the
waiting room, where their family member lay gravely ill. 

Finally, the doctor came in looking tired and somber.

'I'm afraid I'm the bearer of bad news,' he said as he surveyed the worried faces.

'The only hope left for your loved one at this time is a brain  transplant.

It's an experimental procedure, very risky but it is  the only hope. Insurance will cover the procedure, but you will have to pay for the brain yourselves.'

The  family members sat silent as they absorbed the news. After a great  length of time, someone asked, 'Well, how much does a brain cost?'

The  doctor quickly responded, '£ 5,000  for
a male brain, and £200 for a female brain.'

The  moment turned awkward. Men in the room tried not to smile, avoiding eye contact with the women, but some actually smirked.  A  man unable to control his curiosity, blurted out the question everyone wanted to ask,

'Why is the male brain so much  more?'

The  doctor smiled at the childish innocence and explained to the entire  group, 'It's just standard pricing procedure.

We have to mark down  the price of the female brains, because they've actually been used.'