“Maude, I am certain I have one week and two days to live.”
“What kind of new math is that?”
“The cigarettes take off ten minutes each. Diabetes takes off ten years. Obesity takes off eight years. I am already 59. That means I have nine days. Let’s plan a party, so I can attend my own funeral.”
“Jack, sit down. You are completely irrational.”
“Higher math produces irrational numbers, but it is still correct. Should we have an open bar or should it be BYOB?”
“Stark raving mad, I tell you.”
Coming in at 91 words against the December upper limit of 150, this flash features the word irrational. We are wrapping up this quarter with the words from Disturbed. Are you flashing yet? The deadline is in three weeks!
If you could plan your funeral to make it fun, would you? How much do you trust life expectancy charts? Are you flashing with us?
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