Grandpa passed away at the ripe old age of ninety-nine, and during the wake, his granddaughter Katie just had to ask about his sudden departure.
“Grandma, what exactly happened to Grandpa?” Katie asked gently.
Grandma sighed, wiping a tear from her eye. “Well, dear, he had a sudden, massive heart attack while we were making love on Sunday morning.”
Katie gasped in absolute shock. “Making love?! At ninety-nine? How was that even physically possible?”
“Oh, it was wonderful,” Grandma smiled fondly. “Because of our advanced age, we had to be very careful, so we always paced ourselves to the rhythm of the church bells next door. It was simple, really: in on the ‘ding,’ and out on the ‘dong’.”
Grandma paused, her face falling as she stared out the window.
“Honestly, he’d still be alive today if that damn ice cream truck hadn’t driven past the house.”
