Jerry loved his motorcycle, but he was just about two cards short of a full deck. Life was being unkind, as it sometimes is, and Jerry decided to end it all. He would hang himself by the prettiest maple in the park. A few hours later, Tim was riding his motorcycle along the trail enjoying the fall foliage and spotted Jerry hanging from the tree.
“What are you doing,” Tim asked.
“I’m hanging myself.”
“You need to put the rope around your neck, not around your waist.”
“I tried that, but I couldn’t breathe.”