With jaws wired shut, Eddie hungered for cheeseburgers and fries. Unfortunately, his body had to receive nourishment through a straw.

His brother's trusted, designated driver failed to stay sober quite long enough.

“Could be worse. You could be wearing a feeding tube.”

“Thanks, Mom. I needed that to lift my spirits.”

“That’s why you’re here. You lifted too many spirits.”

“Bachelor party, Mom.

The nurse shuffled in, carrying another IV bag.

“Can’t I do without this? It’s really cumbersome.”

“A tube down your nose would be more uncomfortable. We almost did that.”

“Will you stop weekend binge drinking?”

“Maybe.”

“Your brother didn’t make it to his wedding,” his mother added.

" He died?"

“No, he changed his mind about getting married.”

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