Woman at work may be close to dying.

[Wisemon]

I wish he would want to be nicer a bit more often. It seems whenever I put up something serious, he comes in and makes some snide remark! Perhaps he won't mind if I spit on his grave when he dies, considering how little he seems to care about a woman who's in pain almost every minute of everyday.

You want to spit on my grave when I die? You want to be a fireman or a soldier, and you want to spit on my grave? I hate to break this to you, but your life expectancy is much lower than mine, especially with my high fiber, low fat, low cholesterol diet. I won't spit on your grave, because I know you wouldn't feel it either way, and because I don't want to go to a red state. If by some fluke I do die before you, I don't think you'll find my grave. I want every inch of me to be harvested and passed along. That's why I'm an organ donor, a selfish organ donor. I want my bones to be drumsticks for the 22nd century's greatest rock band.