This one's a little grittier..
There this mortitian and one night after having gone home, his assistant calls with a confused voice:
"Hello?"
"Hi, Mr. Jones, there seems to be a problem with Mrs. Smith's body."
"A problem? How? I checked her over before I left today."
"I feel you should come down and take a look for yourself."
"Ok, be right there."
When Mr. Jones arrives, his assistant takes him to Mrs. Smith's body. He takes a look and sees nothing wrong.
"See, there's nothing wrong with her."
"No, I swear! It's right here between her legs! It looks like someone shoved a shrimp in there!"
Mr. Jones looks.
"Where? I don't see anything."
"Right here!!!" As his assistant points at her crotch.
"What are you talking about? That's not a shrimp! That's her clit!!"
"...Oh...."
A silent confusion fills the room when the assistant says:
"Well...that's not what it tasted like."
The end