Twenty Lines

He fell in the street.  He got run over by a bus.  He was dead.  He got back up.  He went home.  Marge said, "Dwayne, you look dead." 

Dwayne said, "I am." 

Marge said, "This changes things between us."  

At the funeral home, in the coffin, Dwayne looked up at Marge and said, "Can we be adults about this?"

Marge said, "There's a gulf between us.  Soon to be replaced by earth."

Dwayne sulked through the funeral.  He couldn't pay attention to the things people said about him, he was so busy trying to come up with witty rejoinders to Marge's comments.  He looked at his watch.  Ordinarily, he'd just be getting off work.  He couldn't stop thinking about Marge, and her obstinate unwillingness to overlook the minor fact that he was dead. 

A little voice told him to look on the positive side.  Soon he would be in a better place.  He sat up in the coffin and said, "Marge, could I have a word?"  Marge, who was sobbing, stopped and said, "I don't think this is the time or place."   

Comments

[gillian]

This is great.

[UF MIKE]

Thanks very much, Gillian. And hi!

[Jeffers]

Ditto ditto, you rolling. Roll on.

[UF MIKE]

Thankee.

[gillian]

Hi, Mike!