It was a beautiful day to be alive  in my favorite
nursing home, except for the old, dead people.
   “Hi Gertie!” I exclaimed to Gertrude.
   She said nothing. I realized that she was vain & stuck-up.
   “How's my favorite World War 2 veteran?” I playfully asked
old Joe who appeared to be dead. I checked his pulse and his
arm fell off. He was dead alright. Maybe I was being too
******* Gertie. I'll give her another chance next time.