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Col. Mustard, in the study, with a folding sofa!
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Who knew that furniture should have warning labels sort of like the ones they put on cigarettes? We have a story about a wife who was angry at her husband for being drunk and refusing to get up from their folding couch. She kicked the handle, activating the mechanism which, well, killed him.
When death happens, you like to think it won’t be in such an embarrassing way that some jerky humor blogger will use it. So how will they write this poor guy’s obit to retain some measure of dignity?
I’ve thought about this, and I’ve told my wife that in the event I die a similar fold-out sofa-related death, here’s what she may truthfully tell our friends: “Oh, Bob died in his convertible!”
A sofa sort of like this, but not with actress Tina Fey on it. REUTERS/Lucas Jackson
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Wow. What a way to go. Eaten by the sofa bed.
So she walked away after it folded into the wall? She didn’t even check to see if he was alright? Sheesh. I think I would have at least checked instead of coming back 3 hours later. She probably rigged the couch.
Well, I guess she finally decided how she likes her couch potatoes. Fried? Boiled? Baked? Ah! Mashed!