Had An Un-beer-lievable Run

| Related | March 31, 2017

(My pop was an amazing man with a wicked sense of humor. When he was diagnosed with emphysema he quit smoking and would only have one beer a day. After he’d been sick for about eight years my dad, grandma, and I take him to the doctors.)

Doctor: “I’m sorry. There’s not much more we can do except keep you as comfortable as possible but you don’t have long.”

Pop: “I bought a case of beer this morning. I drink one a day. Am I going to get to finish it?”

(While the doctor didn’t know how to answer, dad and I pissed ourselves laughing. The kicker is, he’d just finished the last beer in the case when he died of a heart attack.)

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