Yes it's her husband. She hasn't got over it. Died thirty years ago.

I'm always meeting new people, and my list of friends seems to change quite a bit.

For those wondering how to deal with anxiety and depression, the first thing to consider is what you're putting into your mouth.

My mum died about three years ago at the age of 101, and just towards the end, as she began to run out of energy, she did actually stop trying to tell me what to do most of the time.

You can't make Christ funny. He's self-aware, he's too flexible within the situation. It's rigidity, it's when the ego takes over and the behavior becomes inappropriate that it becomes funny.

My views are heretical to people who believe in political correctness.

We all die at the end, but does that nullify everything? Would most people rather say, "I wish I hadn't been born?" Once you're born you'll have to die, now is that funny or sad?