Splinters of Thoughts

"Nice house", I commented as a friend of mine was leading me a tour at his new house a few weeks later after his wedding day.

"I know", he was perversely proud. "My parents bought it for me and my wife as a wedding gift. The new car outside is a wedding gift too from them."

"Lucky SOB...", I soliloquized spontaneously.

"What?"

"Oh, I was saying it's really great..."

"It was my mother who introduced my wife to me."

"Speaking of luck!"

"I know..."

Having left his house, I went home chanting prayers for the dead.