I’ve heard this before, in a much longer and ineffective version. When I received it today in my e-mail, I knew I had to share:
When I was younger, I hated going to weddings. After the
wedding and during the reception, my aunts and the
grandmotherly types would come up to me and poke me in the
ribs, cackling, “You’re next.”
Finally they stopped, when I started doing the same to
them at funerals!