“He did, but she dyed.”
You ought to learn violin.
Why?
It will give your chin a rest.
“The trouble with you,” the doctor said, after examining the young man, “seems to be that something is the matter with your heart.”
“With my heart?”
“Yes. To give it a name, it is angina pectoris.”
“You’ll have to guess again, doctor,” said the young man. “That isn’t her name at all.”