May You Die In Bed At 95, Shot By A Jealous Spouse.
May you die in bed at 95, shot by a jealous spouse.
May you die in bed at 105, shot by a jealous spouse.
May you have eyes like a hawk and a spouse with warts.
May your spouse always know when you need a hug.
In bed we laugh, in bed we cry; And, born in bed, in bed we die.
The near approach a bed may show Of human bliss to human woe. -- Isaac de Benserade (1612-1691)...
May you spend eternity pissing your bed.
You will overcome the attacks of jealous associates.