Stone Soup by Jan Eliot for April 09, 2005
Transcript:
Gramma: Here. I want you to have my Lotto winnings. Val: I can't take that, Mom!! Gramma: But Val - I live in your house....you work so hard...and you have your whole life ahead of you! Val: It's not like you're going to die tomorrow. Gramma: Sigh. Val: Haven't I warned you about reading the obits? Gramma: Every day! People die!!