"Are you going to get up,?" she asked, nudging him again.
He finally responded to more prodding, "I think I'm dead."
"Dead? You're talking to me aren't you?"
"I think you're dead, too."
Not able to get him out of bed, she went about her day. He said nothing as she slipped into bed that night but still wouldn't budge. Desperate the next day, she made a number of calls with her incredible explanation until she found a doctor to come to her house. As she'd told him, the doctor found her husband lying in bed, eyes open but stiff as a board.
"I think I can rectify this," the doctor whispered to the wife.
"Thank you, doctor."
"Well, my friend," the doctor spoke to the husband, lifting the man's right hand, "if I can prove to you that you're not dead, will you get up out of that bed?"
"Yes," the husband replied.
"I've been sure of one thing in my twenty years as a doctor: the dead don't bleed," the doctor informed as he jabbed a needle into the man's finger.
As blood immediately began dripping from the man's finger, the doctor asked, "What do you have to say now?"
"My word, doctor" gasped the man, "you've been wrong for twenty years!"
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