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My grief counsellor died.
He was so good, I don't even care.


Priest: "Do you have any last requests?"
Murderer sitting in the electric chair: "Yes. Can you please hold my hand?"


The doctor gave me one year to live, so I shot him. The judge gave me 15 years. Problem solved.

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