We had a tough day yesterday. We spent all day at a wake for the husband of one of my wife's friends. She has a group of about six or seven girls that she has been friends with since the first grade. They get together at least once or twice a year for dinner or whatever. Anyway one of the husbands passed away suddenly and we had to go to Jersey to be there for her as is only right.
The crazy thing is that the guy was fifty six. Now that is a touchy number for us. You see my Dad, Granddad, and five uncles on my fathers side all died at 56. So for years I have been telling my wife "You can be mean to me now but I am only around till I am 56 and then you will be sorry." Then she punches me and tells me I take after my mother and will be around a long time and she will haunt me if I leave her. We have been doing this for about ten years now. And fifty six is only a couple of years away.
So when I heard that this guy had passed I asked "So how old was he?" "Fifty six." "See?" And she punched me.
