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About sixteen years ago, my wife trained and worked as a diener in a hospital morgue. The diener assists the pathologists by removing the major organs of the decedent to facilitate their examination by the pathologists.
During that period of our lives, we'd sometimes be sitting on the couch next to each other and if I began to annoy her (hard to believe that could happen, I know), she would place the palms of her hands together, her fingers laced, with only her index fingers extended, forming her fingers and hands into the shape of the power saw she used at work. She would than move her index fingers across my abdomen making cute little flesh sawing noises as if she were removing my spleen.
Ah, those were good times. The only drawback to being married to a woman like that was when she brought her work home with her.
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