Mr. Jones gets a call from the hospital: His wife's been in a terrible car accident. He rushes to the hospital, runs into the ER and Dr. Smith comes out to the waiting room to see a terribly upset Mr. Jones.
"What's happened? How is my wife?"
The doctor sits next to him and says, "Not good news. Your wife's accident resulted in two fractures of her spine."
"Oh my God" says Mr. Jones.
"Her vital signs are stable, but her spine is inoperable. She'll have no motor skills. This means you will have to feed her."
Mr. Jones begins to sob.
"And you'll have to turn her in her bed every two hours to prevent pneumonia." Mr. Jones begins to wail and cry loudly.
"Then, of course," the doctor continued,"you'll have to diaper her as she'll have no control over her bladder and her diapers must be changed at least five times a day."
Mr. Jones begins to shake as he cries, sobs, and wails.
The doctor continues: "And you'll have to clean up her feces on a regular basis as she'll have no control over her sphincter, Her bowel will engorge quite often I'm afraid. Of course you must clean her immediately to avoid accumulation of the putrid effluent she'll be emitting regulary."
Now Mr. Jones is convulsing, sobbing uncontrollably, beginning to wither off the bench into a sobbing, pitiful mass.
Dr. Smith reaches out his hand and pats Mr. Jones on the shoulder.
"Hey man, I'm just **** with you. She's dead."
-------------------- "Being deeply learned and skilled, being well trained and using well spoken words; this is good luck."
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