While I was undergoing chemotherapy for cancer, my wife was staying with her ex-boyfriend.
When I told my wife that I was going to die, she scoffed, "I wish you were dead."
In order to find her, I had a car accident on the road and was thrown off a viaduct by the driver.
She didn't believe what I said was true until the police called her to claim the body that had been chewed up by the wolf dog.
I obviously died as she wished, but she clutched her broken cochlea tightly and cried bitterly.
