One good reason to live

Last night, Norman, Curtis and I were discussing the sad, untimely death of Heath Ledger. We all agreed that all the rumors about drug use, depression, etc. are nothing but pure speculation. I contended that his death could not have been a suicide because he had a masseuse scheduled to arrive at the house, and who would kill himself before a massage?

Norman asked me if I thought the "masseuse" was really there to provide a "massage."

"Even more reason for him to live!" I cried.