Lying in his hospital bed, a ying man began thrashing and flailing around as though he wanted to speak.
The priest, keeping watch by his bedside, leaned quietly over and asked "Do you have something you would like to say?"
The dying man nodded. The priest handed him a pad and a pen.
"I know you cannot speak," the priest said, "but write down whatever it is you want to say and I will give it to your wife. She's waiting outside."
Gathering up his last bit of strength, the man scrawled out his message on the pad, stuffed the pad into the priest's hands, and died moments later.
After administering the last rites, the priest broke the sad news to the man's wife. After consoling her a bit, he handed her the note her husband had wrote.
"Here's his last words," the priest said. "Just before passing on, he wrote this message to you."
The wife tearfully opened the note, which read "GET YOUR FAT ASS OFF MY OXYGEN HOSE!"
The priest, keeping watch by his bedside, leaned quietly over and asked "Do you have something you would like to say?"
The dying man nodded. The priest handed him a pad and a pen.
"I know you cannot speak," the priest said, "but write down whatever it is you want to say and I will give it to your wife. She's waiting outside."
Gathering up his last bit of strength, the man scrawled out his message on the pad, stuffed the pad into the priest's hands, and died moments later.
After administering the last rites, the priest broke the sad news to the man's wife. After consoling her a bit, he handed her the note her husband had wrote.
"Here's his last words," the priest said. "Just before passing on, he wrote this message to you."
The wife tearfully opened the note, which read "GET YOUR FAT ASS OFF MY OXYGEN HOSE!"