I had a friend once, named Mike.
He died playing blackjack.
On his next bid he called for a "push", and it killed him.
Actually, he was standing near a cliff and he was pushed. It makes me sad.
But I do feel so much better now about his affair with my girlfriend.
And I am glad they had a chance to get to know one another better.
In fact, she's with him now.
I wonder if they're playing cards?