A man woke up and realized he was lying in a hospital bed. A doctor was hovering above him, a look of concern in his face. â€śMr. Jones, I have some very bad news for you,â€ť said the doctor. â€śYouâ€™ve just been in a horrible car accident. But youâ€™re very fortunate. Aside from a nasty bump in the head, you just received a few cuts and bruises. After another day or two, you should be just fine.â€ť
â€śBut what about my wife?â€ť asked Mr. Jones. â€śShe was in the car with me.â€ť
The doctorâ€™s face suddenly turned grim. â€śWell, Mr. Jones, I do have some bad news. Youâ€™re wife hasnâ€™t been as fortunate as you. Sheâ€™s in very serious shape. In fact, sheâ€™ll never be the same again. She had a much worse bump in the head–and in fact itâ€™s highly unlikely sheâ€™ll ever recover. Sheâ€™s in a vegetative state, which means that for the remainder of your life youâ€™ll have to look after her every need. Youâ€™ll have to feed her, dress her, bathe her, and even help her go to the bathroom. And youâ€™ll have to turn her over in her bed every three hours to prevent bedsores. It will not be a very pleasant life for you from this point forward, Mr. Jones, Iâ€™m sorry to say.â€ť
In his bed, Jones turned white as a sheet. â€śOh my God,â€ť he moaned. â€śOh my God. Tell me youâ€™re kidding.â€ť
Suddenly the doctor grinned. â€śYeah, Iâ€™m just joking. Sheâ€™s dead.â€ť
The doctor and Mr. Jones shared a hearty laugh, then later went out for beer.