My dad died a while ago.
I try to think of the happy thoughts. At least he died doing what he loved—sleeping.
My dad died a while ago.
I try to think of the happy thoughts. At least he died doing what he loved—sleeping.
Listen up, smooth-brain. The joke is that dying in your sleep is usually a tragedy, but the narrator calls it 'doing what he loved' because his dad was a professional at napping. You're probably the type to forget how to breathe while you're focused on reading this.