I occupied my mind during yesterday's commute to work by improvising a comedy sketch. It had some zingers in it, but I can only remember one of them now. I suppose that's because I repeated it several times to get the intonation right. Properly delivered, it begins piously and ends in a hiss of evil glee:
I don't like to speak evil of the dead... That's why I work so hard to get it all in while they're still alive!
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