About getting old and dying as a couple.

The Missus and myself were watching some TV show where the wife was gravelly ill and in her deathbed, she begs the husband to continue living to the fullest. You know the script.

I turned to my bride and said:

“I am dying first. I know you can survive without me. You are stronger.”

She says nothing, so I continue:

“Besides, if you die first, I would probably follow soon.” pause, she smiles. “I’d probably die in a tragic washroom accident by mixing the wrong stuff and the washer explodes.”

She barely cracks a smile, I press on:

“And love of my life, I would try to reach you in the afterlife anyway. I’d get a Ouija board and summons you ‘Honey, are you there? Give me a sign. I need to know where the light-bulbs are and what’s the password for the Amazon Prime account.”

I forgot she packs a mean right hook.

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2 Replies to “About getting old and dying as a couple.”

  1. That was my dad’s plan. Didn’t work out that way. And he would have died soon after if not for my nephew. Though he didn’t know how to cook a healthy meal.

    And he set the drier on fire years ago, when I was a kid. Didn’t get him out of doing some stuff around the house.




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  2. Getting to die of old age together is the dream but is getting to be a harder dream to achieve nowadays with all the evil in the world and idiots like liberals that want to make it worse.




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