Old aunts used to come up to me at weddings, poking me in the ribs and cackling,
telling me, "You're next."
They stopped after I started doing the same thing to them at funerals.
Old aunts used to come up to me at weddings, poking me in the ribs and cackling,
telling me, "You're next."
They stopped after I started doing the same thing to them at funerals.
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