In the kitchen, my uncle was telling a story he saw on TV about two skydivers who jumped out of a plane in some sort of winged bat suits. They intended to glide past a bridge, one above and one below. The one who was supposed to glide above miscalculated, hit the bridge, and died in a rather instant and grotesque fashion.

Grandma: “The bible says something about that.”


Mom: “About bat suits?”
Grandma: “Don’t expect God to protect you if you’re going to do something stupid!”