The death of a date

In the hour it took to munch through a Sampler Platter at Applebees, he told me about his father’s death, his mother’s death, his wife’s parents deaths, the deaths of both sets of grandparents (that would be four people’s deaths), and the death of his dog. In detail. Lots of detail.

He asked if I wanted to go out with him again this Saturday. It was all I could do to keep from telling him I had to attend a funeral.

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