The dead man, the minister and the comfy couch.

A dead man and a minister walk into a bar…

Actually it was a living room and they sat on a couch.

I received a telephone call from an hysterical wife. Her husband was nearing the end of his life and she needed my help. Of course I helped her, that’s what I do. It was a difficult situation because her husband was actively dying and she was not coping well. She refused to enter the bedroom.

I took care of him. He was fine. Nothing dramatic happened. He died peacefully shortly after I arrived. I ma...