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.