Everyone is going to die,
the only question is how.
At one time,
I thought I might:
Die of loneliness,
but then I met the love of my life.
Die of boredom,
but then I won a trip to Vegas.
Die of embarrassment,
but then I pulled my pants up.
Die of fright,
but then I ran out of the theater.
Die of a broken heart,
but then my lost dog came home.
Die of curiosity,
but then they opened a book store next door.
Die of anxiety,
but then the cancer disappeared.
Die of shame,
but then I was found innocent.
So now all I’m left with is
dying of laughter.
Probably not the worst way to go—
right at the end of a gut-busting joke.