I wrote these two stories. Which do you feel is a better story. Both are true.
These are just the summaries of each story...
"My Brother's Bones"
A woman who hasn't seen her brother for thirty years, because he was in prison, gets a call Monday morning telling her that her brother died. Then the person asks, what do you want us to do with the bones because they don't always burn up in the cremation. She's upset, she hangs up. Thursday morning, there's a knock at the door. There's a delivery man ... with a box ... and in the box is a bag... and in the bag is ... her brother. She throws up for eight hours and gives herself a hernia.
"Oh ... Grandpa"
A woman goes to visit her grandpa in the hospital. The nurse tells her that he had chemo and lost a lot of weight, 'you might not recognize him.' So she goes to his room, lays beside him and says, 'oh... grandpa, you'll be alright.' Then the nurse walks by and say, "What are you doing, that's not your grandpa, your grandpa's down the hallway getting chemo." The guy in bed looks up and says, "I wasn't going to tell her." Her husband laughs for five minutes straight, and the wife leaves the husband at the hospital.
So which of the two do you think is better. If you want to read the full stories you can
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