Saturday Reflection #47

I hated going to weddings when I was single. The old people would always smile at me and ask, “When do you think you’ll get married?” My wife had it worse. She said her elders would wink and say, “You’re next.” It looks worse the other way around, like if me and my wife went to a funeral and I asked the old people there, “So, when do you think you’ll get buried?” and my wife winked at them, saying, “You’re next.”