Attempts to resolve the Quandary:
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My Great Aunt on her hospital deathbed lay
Talking rhubarb in her own inimitable way;
She harboured hate, endogenous as it seemed to us,
Against all reasoning advice, or help, or "fuss"
As she would call it, thus had ended her life
Enjoying schadenfreude at those who suffered strife.
And at the last she turned away from legal help
Preferring to compose a vicious will by herself,
Which thankfully was overturned as soon as she passed
And the nuncupative version outsmarted HER, at last!
(by OldRawgabbit)
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Dateline: Gotham City, This Afternoon October 23rd, 2037: Anyone who has experienced the gaseous effect of rhubarb eaten raw, will admit to a certain degree of schadenfreude on hearing the rumbling endogenous explosions which reduce the sufferer to inarticulate nuncupative apologies and begs for pardon as he – or, indeed, she – hastens to the nearest rest room, which was exactly what Hyman Z Kaplan witnessed when he wandered into the Algonquin Bar and saw, seated at the Round Table, together with a group of people he did not immediately recognise, the unmistakeable assassinated President, JFK, alive as you and me, raising a glass to his lips and taking a healthy swig, then belching, shuddering, rising and running, one hand on his stomach, the other covering his mouth, almost knocking Kaplan to the floor in his unseemly haste and evident Dire Straits and, not for the first time, Kaplan wondered "just what on Earth is happening to the World I live in," a non-sequitur if ever I heard one!
(by MissTeriWoman)