But, but, he told her he thought it was a heart attack, and to stop laughing.
And she just had to get in the last word.
This is a re-run I think.
His body is in the ground, but his soul is elsewhere (no doubt in Heaven).
She won’t be long joining him. She won’t have a purpose in life from here on.
It’s a woman’s world. When he is born It’s how is the mother. When he gets married it’s isn’t the bride beautiful and when he dies it’s the poor widow.
The best way to get my late and unlamented husband to do – or not do – anything was to tell him you agreed with him, and he’d do the opposite. So I told him to keep breathing – and he stopped, just for spite.
So I guess he must’ve claimed he really was the best in bed.
No, THIS is the happiest…and HE’S not faking…
From borscht belt: “When I married Ms. Right, I didn’t know that her real first name was Always.” badum-ching.
I don’t know what the problem is. Do we have to denigrate the beliefs of others when they contradict ours in a case where no tangible proof either way exists? Why? Are we not firm enough in our own convictions to smile and simply allow others to enjoy theirs? So let it be written; so let it be done!
The shock was probably what killed him.