[Mr Ramsbotham]

I guess I should just say I hope the bastard makes it and pulls through ok.

I once had a redneck brother-in-law who was perhaps the biggest a$$hole you'd ever want to know. A jealous man, and not too successful in life, he used to threaten his wife (probably beat her, but we never knew about it), constantly pick fights with bigger, tougher men, which he always lost, and was continually getting kicked out of the local bowling alley for violent, drunken behavior. My wife happened to know the manager of the bowling alley. About a month after poor Uncle Bob finally passed away (he had a massive heart attack trying to pick up a split on the third lane) this manager said to my wife, "I'm really sorry, and I know he was your brother-in-law, but I was never so happy in all my life to see someone die."

To which she could only reply "Amen."

[SaveTheChief]

Did he at least pick up the split?

[Eastbound]

Years ago I attended the funeral of my neighbor. After the burial, the widow stood at the gravesite with her head bowed during the entire time it took for all the dirt to be shoveled back into the grave.

I finally approached her to offer some solace, saying 'I know you are going to miss him.'

She turned to me with a smile and said, 'Like hell! I just wanted to make sure the S.O.B. didn't come crawling out of the coffin before they covered him with dirt.'

[yooper]

You and your Uncle Bob's estate owe me a keyboard! LOL!