
“I don’t want to go alone, George.” Thomas told her forlorn husband sitting bedside. “Couldn’t you just feed me a delicious lead bullet and then swallow one yourself?”
She was whispering something about Drano® when her husband stood, shook his head and left the room in disgust.
“Here’s a plastic bag, honey,” Thomas said, turning to her 6 year-old daughter. “Why don’t you put it over your head and come up to Heaven with mommy?”
There is a 25 percent chance Thomas will survive the cancer but die of embarrassment for the way she’s behaved.