It seems like every few months (sometimes weeks or days), weird things just happen.
Like this text I received from a friend:
Just received word of your husband’s passing…I’m so sorry!
What do you need/want from us? We love you!
I read this aloud to my very-much alive Boy, who happened to be sitting next to me, drinking a cherry limeade.
His response?
Tell her:
In the words of my famous relative, Mark Twain,
Rumors of The Boy’s passing are greatly exaggerated.
(Note: We later learned that, as you might have guessed, we were the recipients of a misdirected text.)