I will never hear church bells ring again without smiling.
Upon hearing that her elderly grandpa had just passed away, Katie went straight to her grandparent’s house to visit her 95 year-old grandmother, and to comfort her. When she ask how her grandfather had died, her grandmother replied, “He had a heart attack while we were making love on Sunday morning.”
Horrified, Katie told her grandmother the two people nearly 100 years old having sex would surely be asking for trouble.
“Oh, my dear,” granny replied, “many years ago, realizing our advanced age, we figured our best time to do it was when the church bells started to ring. It was just the right rhythm. Nice and slow and even. Nothing too strenuous, simply in on the ding and out on the dong.”
She paused to wipe a tear, and continued, “He would still be alive today if the fucking ice cream truck hadn’t come along.” . .