no hiding, let’s follow our noses:
{Adultery in the reception line}
ignored—the best man wants to hug the bride.
{Hell in the visitation line}
ignored—the mother collapses on the casket.

my roommate sometimes smells my children
“What’s the raison de etre of your joie de vivre,” he asks.
“I don’t know,” I reply,
“but it sure sounded like a female in a men’s restroom:
good and frightening.”