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“What’s the trouble now?” asked his wife, Stacy, as she tossed her leftover crust on to the pizza box lid.
Mort looked up at her from the newspaper. “You remember that guy at the county fair? The one with the booth of beautiful woodwork?” He didn’t wait for her to reply. “Well, he died of a heart attack three days ago.”
“Yeah, so, we all have to die sometime.” She looked away from him and flipped the TV to a different channel.