Skin To The Bone
There used to be a time where once every few months I would go in for a routine checkup with my doctor.
And as always, as I waited in the examining room. I would walk over to a six-foor skeleton standing in the corner with the vacant eyes, the warped macabre smile grinning back at me as if he knew something I didn't.
He always had me in a shudder for I often felt at any moment, his bony arm would rise up and then point s bony finger between my eyes and speak, saying, "One day, this is what you will look like to another human's eyes."
On one such visit when the doctor came in, I asked him where he got the skeleton from.
With a straight face and a bit of a vacant look in his eyes he said, "I dug Pete out of my backyard."
True Story.
(Of course he was kidding. I think. Anyway, I go to another doctor now. He has no skeleton in his examining room.)