INT. HOSPITAL.
A WOMAN IS WAITING FOR NEWS OF HER HUSBAND WHO IS VERY SERIOUSLY ILL.
DOCTOR:
Mrs. Shaw?
WOMAN: (trembling)
Doctor, wha..what's the latest with my husband?
DOCTOR:
High five!
DOCTOR ATTEMPTS TO HIGH FIVE THE WOMAN.
WOMAN:
He's pulled through, oh thank you, thank you doctor.
DOCTOR:
No, he's dead.
DOCTOR DOES A KNEE SLIDE ACROSS FLOOR.
DOCTOR:
And his last words were, well, he just let out a big sigh, pretty tame exit if you ask me.
WOMAN: (sobbing)
Why are you being like this, I want to see someone else.
DOCTOR:
Won't bring him back, he's as dead as a doornail. He's in the morgue as we speak and those guys down there aren't in the least bit fussy.
WOMAN IS CRYING UNCONTROLLABLY.
DOCTOR:
Yep, I heard of one mortician who used a chainsaw, true bill.
A BODY ON A GURNEY GOES PAST. IT STOPS AND THE BODY SITS UP.
WOMAN:
Aargh! Bob, you're still alive.
BOB AND DOCTOR START LAUGHING AT WOMAN.
