At our retirement community, we have just as many weddings as funerals.
Because when someone dies, someone else rushes to marry the widow or widower.
“Married people live longer,” the studies say, “And if your mate dies, you’ll go soon after.”
Nobody here wants to go without a fight. So, the moment there’s an opening, those who haven’t already paired up rush to the side of the bereaved to offer their sympathies.
It’s like a stampede. A dangerous, wrinkled stampede.
So, unless you put on a wedding ring, I can’t give you the nurse job.
It’s just not safe here.