The Death of an Ugly Woman

Don't worry, my friend. This story will be as short as the ugly woman's life.

My beer friends were right. Anne is an ugly woman. I never saw that until we had Eric Junior. Eric Junior is the ugliest little man I ever saw. His face is definitely not on my family's side.   

What did you say? Is she my wife? Yes. But I don't call her that. No way!

I married her because her mother is rich. Now that she's dead, Eric Junior will be my source of money. His grandmother promised to support that ugly little man until he got a family of his own. 

Eric Junior is three years old now. I forgot his birthday month, but I'm sure it has a 'ber' in it. I don't care.

The point is, he is too young to handle money.

My friend, this is good news. Every month, we'll get drown in beers. We'll hide from his grandmother. She can't see us.

Okay. I forgot to tell you how she died. She was hit by a car. I was the driver. It was so dark that night. And it was raining. So don't blame me. 

Anyways, that ugly woman's life doesn't matter. 

So, see you!