g a 95-year-old grandfather is always heartbreaking, but discovering the shockingly athletic manner of his sudden departure is a whole different story.
Upon hearing the tragic news, Katie rushed over to console her grieving 95-year-old grandmother. Trying to wrap her head around the sudden loss, Katie gently asked what the medical cause of death was.
To her absolute horror, her grandmother bluntly replied, “He suffered a massive heart attack while we were making love on Sunday morning.”
Gasping, Katie scolded her. “Grandma! You two are nearly a hundred years old! Engaging in that kind of strenuous activity at your age is incredibly dangerous!”
The grandmother waved her hand dismissively. “Oh, don’t be silly, dear. We actually had a flawless strategy that worked for years. Every Sunday, we would time our passion to the rhythm of the local church bells. It kept our pace nice, slow, and steady—Ding on the forward motion, Dong on the reverse.”
The old woman paused, wiping a solitary tear from her cheek, and sighed heavily.
“He’d still be with us today if it weren’t for that damn ice cream truck.”
