Today's featured daily humor:
Timmy goes to his mother with a worried look on his face. Mother: What's wrong, darling? Timmy: I have this intense fear of death: *" I fear death.* *I live in darkness of this fear,* *confined to my room,* *draping my windows in black and* *I lay in my bed waiting.* *Still in my own silence.* *I vowed death would not* *meet me crying.* *Will it be a heart attack or* *will a stroke be my fate?* *Thanatophobia itself will* *be my death... "* Mother: Oh, it'll pass. Timmy did not speak for five days. &#;