For an umpteenth time, I fix my tie br glance at the clock and sigh br The memorial service starts at eight br And as always, we'll be late br I yell 'Hon, what are you waiting for? ' br and from her side of the bathroom door: br 'Tell them I've got mourning sickness' br (I laugh at such a witty quickness) br she opens the door, perplexed somehow br then gives me a smiling hug br says 'therein lies the rub - br it's doubly funny now'br br Chuck Audettebr br