This grandma wanted to revive the corpse

This grandma wanted to revive the corpse of Dean Martin for one last drink.

Working as a maid at the Sands Hotel in Vegas, she had walked in on a suffocating Dean Martin doing house keeping. Determined to share a drink with him, this grandma

cleared his airway & said, "why are you doing housekeeping, Dean Martin?" "Thought I'd tidy up before I died. Thanks for saving my life, by the way." Grandma asked to share a drink

Dean knocked the drink from her hands, stood up and demanded to know "if Frank sent her". Well versed in her chosen profession, she deceptively made it to appear as an accident.

Poor Dean-o. With a snap of her fingers, she sicced her pet wereamoeba on him. That was how he was bitten. That was how he got the curse OF the wereamoeba! Dun dun dunnnnnn!

One needs to understand how painful it was for Dean-o every full moon to go from being a full sized human to a microscopic amoeba. The curse of the wereamoeba is an especially dire

predicament for someone who worries about his size, as Dean-o does. "Microscopic" was completely unacceptable to him, but being a wereamoeba, he had no choice. He rued the day that

Dean-o bared his single-celled, shapeshifting, bayonet to Eleanor Dumont, Madame Mustache, who chuckled and rhetorically asked if she could tug on Tiny Tim, “Isn’t he adorable?”

Incensed, Dean-o gave Tiny Tim a shake, prompting the bayonet to shapeshift his single cell into a fearsome claymore. Madame Mustache (sic) stepped back aghast. Drawing her own

blade, she swallowed, and, with a heavy heart, she held it out and fell on it, her last words a scream of indignation that her gift to Dean-o had gone forgotten.