"Hi, Honey! I'm really sorry I am late for dinner. But boy, do I have a good story for you!"
No,no. I’m fine. Just a little stiff.
Although things were pretty dead most of the day.
To Morgue, or not to Morgue. That is the question.
He’s dying to tell her.
My son’s roommate used to do pickups for a funeral home. He had this happen for real, guy he picked up wasn’t dead and came to in the back of the hearse. Poor roommate could never watch zombie movies again.
That’s like those female agents in the micro- mini and they pull out a 10mm Glock. WTF
“What do I want for supper , honey? Brains!!!
I was told about a guy who hit a pedestrian back before cell phones and stuff. Figured the fastest thing to do was load the pedestrian, who seemed pretty dead, into the back of his car and haul for the nearest hospital. Apparently, just because you’re dead doesn’t mean your body can’t do strange things in the dying process: Supposedly, the corpse sat bolt upright in the back seat. Driver saw this in the mirror, freaked out, drove off the road and plowed into a tree, killing himself as well as, once again, the pedestrian in the back seat. That’s the story. Since neither occupant lived to tell about it, I presume the story is either conjecture or a huge fabrication. Now, my dad was my source of this story: he was a toxicologist; so the story is at least plausible.
Dinner is now in the cooler
No, they’re rushing to get him out of the morgue, to cover up their mistake.
Knowing the doctors around here, he probably went in with a sprained ankle and dozed off while waiting to see someone. Close enough to dead, send him downstairs!
Using his die-phone.
All he has to do is show her his death certificate, from the college of Morgue, passed (on) with flying colors…
August 21, 2015