Funeral Home
Early one morning, my
husband, who works in a funeral
home, woke me, complaining of severe abdominal pains. We
rushed to the emergency room, where tests were performed
to determine the source of the pain.
My husband decided not to have me call in sick for him
until we knew what was wrong. When the results came back,
the nurse informed us that, true to our suspicions, he was
suffering from a kidney stone.
I turned to my husband and asked, "Would you like me to
call the funeral home now?"
With a scornful look, the nurse turned to me and snapped,
"Honey, he's not THAT sick!”
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