I will not leave you comfortless
I will come to you yet again
And your heart shall be joyful
Alleluia

Chuckle Sob

We have a security guard in the parking garage at work. He is there in the little booth every day and waves at you as you come in. He is a very nice man. He has a little whiteboard, and every day there is something new written on it, designed to make you smile as you come to work (I assume). Unfortunately (for me), these little sayings started right around the time Dad got sick, so my reactions range from anger to mild amusement to despair, depending on the groanocity of the puns he tends to prefer. The worst is when there is one that I normally would pass on to Dad. It definitely has the opposite effect of what security guard is going for, I'm sure. Today was one of those days:

My uncle has a wooden leg.
My aunt has a cedar chest.