For you, tonight, a joke:
A wife and husband are at the doctor’s office. The doctor finishes the check-up on the husband and looks concerned.
“How’d I do, Doc?” the husband asks.
“Sir,” the doctor says, “I’d like to ask if you would give me a few minutes to speak to your wife privately. Please have a seat in the waiting room and we’ll call you in just a minute.”
The husband says sure, and he gets up and heads out of the exam room, closing the door behind him. His wife looks at the doctor.
“What is it, doctor?” she asks. “Is … Is my husband going to die?”
The doctor looks pained. He takes a deep breath. “Ma’am, I’m afraid I have very bad news for you. Your husband is terribly ill. It’s one of the worst cases I’ve ever seen. He’s … He’s on his way out.”
The woman gasps; her hand flies to her mouth. “Is there anything to be done, Doctor??”
An intense look comes over the doctor’s face and he takes the wife’s hand. Very gravely, he says, “Yes, ma’am. There is one thing you can do to save your husband.”
“Tell me, please!”
The doctor takes a deep breath and says, “You must treat him like a king among men.”
The wife is confused. “What?”
“You must cook and serve him his very favorite foods. Any movie he wants to see, any sporting event — grab the keys, get in the car. You drive. He gets to play on his phone. If he wants to golf, go with him. Buy him presents. If he wants sex, you must have sex with him. You must have more sex with your husband than you’ve had in the past 35 years of marriage! And if he wants you to read to him, rub his feet, or scratch his back, you must do it. If you do all this, ma’am, your husband can expect a full recovery.”
The woman thanks the doctor and leaves the office to find her husband in the waiting room reading a magazine.
“What’d he say?” the husband asks.
“You’re gonna die.”