Escapable Logic

I once helped a friend establish a trust company. One of their clients was in his late 80s, was terminally ill and looked it. He was spending the last spring of his life fine-tuning an already well-crafted estate plan. It seemed like a terrible set of priorities to me.

On May 1, 1993, he shuffled into the office with a gleam in his eye and asked rhetorically,

“Do you know what we can say today?“

He grinned at our cluelessness:

Hooray! Hooray!
The first of May,
Outdoor screwing starts today!

He was dead by fall.

(repeated by request)

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