Because I refused to donate a kidney to my wife's first love's son, she called me a murderer and tormented me relentlessly.
But she didn't know that I'd already donated one of my kidneys to her after hers ruptured in a car accident.
If I donated a kidney to her first love's son, I would die.
Later, I was brutally murdered, and my body was cut into pieces.
The killer left my final words on a recording device.
“My dear forensic pathologist wife, please sew my body back together.”
I thought that when the woman who hated me to the core learned I was dead, she wouldn't be able to stop herself from laughing.
But after hearing my last words, she fainted on the spot.
This will make it white! No wonder there are so many saints now!! Invincible Saints, you have defeated yourselves!