Suicidal…..
Times have been a bit tough lately, so I decided to pick up a part-time job on the weekends working for a local undertaker to bring in some extra cash.
Last weekend, I came home with a massive, nasty black eye.
My wife took one look at me and asked, "What on earth happened to you?"
"I had an absolutely terrible day," I told her. "I got sent out on a call to a local hotel where a guest had passed away in his sleep.