The mathematics of death, as defined by my wife
Someone in my wife’s family has recently decided to update their will and name my wife and her two sibling as executers of said will. That’s execute like autoexec.bat not like Pol Pot. Anywhoo some typical family drama ensued about who is going to to do what to whom (btw, I am still getting used to family drama. It’s hard to have drama if your family is … just you).
While relating the story to me my wife says “I don’t care if there isn’t any money there at all let’s just split it three ways! Zero divided by three!
Her eyes widened for a second and lost focus. Like she had just solved Fermat’s Last Theorem or stumbled over a hill into El Dorado. Then she shouts:
“Zero divided by three is INFINITY!!!”
I informed her that zero divided by three is, in fact, not infinity but zero.
“Oh.”
“That’s execute like autoexec.bat not like Pol Pot.”
The best sentence I’ve ever seen.
— Tess | @
My sister’s mathematical skills notwithstanding, the “drama” ensued - not over whether I was willing to equally autoexec.bat the infinitely zero assets - but when I tried to explain that I could actually get *in trouble* at my job for being on my cell phone, and couldn’t talk any longer. Apparently, “I’m at work. I can’t talk right now, ” does not compute, is rude, or something. With the two of us, that apparently causes drama. So…my apologies to you. Both of you.
— Robinitaface | @