Here's a little exerpt for you from the section about entertaining the grieving:
"We were in the bathtub and I felt a cyst on his good testicle. I insisted on taking him to the hospital even though he protested saying it was nothing. After a thorough exam, it turned out he was right. It was nothing. On the way home he was murdered. I'm not allowed to talk about the case, but I can say this: had I not forced him to go to the hospital, he'd still be alive today."
I got free samples of this stuff in the mail. They got me. I liked it so much I had to go buy some. The cream is great for your feet. We've got to stay soft ALL OVER, girls.