Few things fill me with as much joy as winning. Whether it’s watching my favorite sports team or a game of cards, the thrill is unmatched.
Maybe that’s how my husband felt when he decided burying me was for the best. After all, he won.
That’s how I like to think of it. Sure, I bought the winning lottery ticket that would allow us to relax the rest of our lives, but it’s as much his as mine. Still, I don’t like to lose.
Guess that’s why I’m waiting to test his pacemaker. I don’t like to be buried alone.