Belle Ende, email

SUSIE’S elderly grandfather died, so she went to visit her 96-year-old grandmother to comfort her.

“How did it happen?” she asked.

“Well, we were making love Sunday morning, and he had a heart attack,” her grandmother replied.

Susie was astonished. “Grandma,” she scolded, “you should have known better. Having sex at your age was just asking for trouble!”

“Nonsense, my dear,” the grandmother replied. “Years ago we figured out that the best time to do it was when the church bells ring on Sunday morning.

The bells have just the right rhythm, nice and slow, not at all strenuous.”

She paused, choking back sobs, and continued: “And if that damned ice cream truck hadn’t driven past, he’d still be alive today!”