Was just thinking about something Mama told me this morning. When my uncle Loyd died recently his doctor told my aunt Sherry that he really didn't understand what had killed Loyd, because all of the tests had come back normal.

Well, Sherry wanted to buy the doctor a Christmas gift. What she bought him, quite innocently, was a ceramic jar with a cork top that read “ashes of problem patients.” She thought it was a funny gift to give a doctor and didn't think about what the doctor had said about Loyd. Now she can't get his office to return her calls. Now she's worried that she's offended the doctor.

Needless to say, the family thinks this situation is hilarious. Poor Sherry.