I had surgery this year forthe first time in my life.
Nothing serious,but it shook me up.
My wife finallyconvinced me to sign
what's called a living will.
Are you familiar with this?
This is a document that givesher the right, in the event
that I become attached to somekind of mechanical device,
to terminate my life.
Yesterday, I'm onthe exercise bike.
We-- we have a good thing going.
Although we seem tobe going through all
the traditionalstages of a marriage.
She recently went through thefaking a headache stage, now
she's going through the I findyou physically repugnant stage.
I miss the headache stage.
I was a late bloomer with women.
Before I met my wife, I hadvirtually no experience.
I remember on our weddingnight, I tried to inflate her.
I had dinner withmy dad tonight,
and it's getting--it's getting tough.
He's 84 years old.
Still works, god bless him.
He's a pimp, and he'sout there every night.
But what's said isthat he no longer
can grasp what Ido for a living.
He thinks I'm a Canadian.
This morning he calls me,very excited, he says,
you know what?
I get up to go to the bathroomin the middle of night now.
I don't have toturn on the light.
It goes on automatically.
When I'm done the lightgoes off automatically.
I said, Dad, you'repeeing in the fridge.
Hey, thank you so much.