Kate and I heard laughing just outside of José's door.
We looked, and saw it was a doctor. Talk about a poor bedside manner.
"I'm sorry," he told us, "but a friend of mine just died."
When he saw the shocked look on our faces, he continued. "He was a heart surgeon, you see, and I've just come from his wake."
"I'm so sorry for your loss," I told him, offering my sympathies.
"What she said," Kate replied.
"But that doesn't explain..." I began, letting the sentence hang there like one of my beloved Christian's testicles.
"At the end of the wake, after the eulogy, a huge heart covered with flowers slowly opened, and my friend in his coffin solemnly entered it... and THAT made me think of my own funeral."
The perplexed look on our faces caused him to explain further.
"I'm a gynecologist, you see."
