A guy is called to the hospital because his wife was in a car wreck. After waiting impatiently and on edge for 11 hours, the surgeon comes out to the waiting room and talks to the guy.
"The good news is that we were able to save her life."
"That's great! Thank you so much. Oh my God, Thank you."
"The bad news is that she had severe damage to her spine... she'll never walk again and will probably have to be bed-ridden her whole life... she can't be in a wheel chair because her neck will not be able to take any movement or support even an ounce of the weight of her head. She's lost control of her bodily functions, she'll be in diapers the rest of her life and her imune system is greatly weakend... she will probably be very sick for years on end. She can't talk and she will probably never remember anything before the wreck or be able to create any long term memories."
"That's okay doctor, I'm just happy she's alive. Thank you so much.. thank you, thank you, thank you."
"Nah... I'm just messing with you... she's dead."
Sorry... I felt it appropriate to tell a joke that's innappropriate. Good news or bad news... neither one will tackle the worst news.
