An elderly couple, Bert and Edna, are sitting on the porch swing!

wanted to haunt him.”

They laugh. Edna nods.

“Fine. You skydive. I’ll do mine.”

Bert squints.

“And what’s yours?”

That mischievous sparkle returns.

“Remember your recliner that leaned left for twenty years?”

He nods, still blaming the dog.

“After you spilled grape soda on my new curtains in ’89, I jammed a spatula under one leg.”

Bert gasps.

“You monster!”

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