It was the day my grandmother exploded. "She'd

It was the day my grandmother exploded. "She'd eaten a horse ofcourse." My brother tried hiding the shock with jocularity. The coroner tersely noted "Equus Consumptio Petomanus."

But all this was before the plague had hit Budapest in 1565, and eating a horse was still the gravest offence there could be. The coroner was grim about it as he passed out the

moment we got there. I swear, those grim coroners would pass out at the sight of a fly. We began to perform CPR on the grim-faced mortician. The horse, relieved that he wouldn't be

forced to assist giving CPR to the grim-faced mortician, neighed in appreciation. Meanwhile, the grim-faced mortician was becoming the grey-faced mortician. His last words were

"Adieu, mes amis, Je vais à la gloire!" A cold silence overcame the room. There are good deaths and there are bad deaths. We are all just passing through. A single tear ran down

the sheet covering Death. The icy breeze caused it to flutter. Smouldering eyes burned from within. The scythe was slick with blood. The rigamortis moment had come.

the birth rate remained steady. The world's population was rising unsustainably. All the great thinkers postulated different remedies for the side-effects of the Norris Paradox.

All the great thinkers beg the circular question, "If 'A' is true because 'B' is true;then is 'B' true because 'A' is true?" Is there such a thing as a great thinker?or a good man?

When I was small, Dad used to say:"If grass is green and a cow eats grass, then a cow must be green." I thought he was confused because he's colour blind. But he was just kidding.