The Grandmother of the dude who sits next to me is in the hospital. Her prognosis is unclear.
"If she goes," he started, "I hope she's at home."
"I hear ya," I agreed, in the most sympathetic voice I could muster.
And then he added, "The clean-up will be easier."
"I spose that's true," I agreed again, this time in a tone far less sympathetic.
Rock On,
Aitch
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It would be even more convenient if she died at the funeral home.
Hey Anonyomous,
DAMN!! I wish I thought of that...it woulda been the heading!
Well done, my incognito friend, well done.
Rock On,
Aitch
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