“All right, all right. Skydiving has always been a dream of mine.

Edna’s eyes enlarge. “Skydiving? Bert, you fainted for three minutes the last time you knelt down to tie your shoe.

Bert gives a shrug. “Well, just let me land in the neighbor’s garden if I do fall in midair. My goal has always been to haunt him.

Edna nods and they laugh. “All right, all right. You take a skydive. I’ll complete mine as well.

Bert narrows his eyes. “And what do you have?”

Edna’s eye suddenly sparkles mischievously, just like it did when she “accidentally” dropped Bert’s bowling trophy out the car window during a fight in 1965.

“Bert, I’ve always wanted to tell you something.”

Bert swallows. “What do you confess?”

“You know how your favorite recliner always mysteriously leaned to the left for 20 years?” Edna