April 30, 2002
While driving back from work one heavily snowy night, I listened to a radio program contest offering free satellite television installation to the person who could make both disc jockeys laugh together. After failed efforts, one man popped the winning joke: What's black and sits at the top of the stairs? Christopher Reeve after a fire. The severity of the resulting laughter kicked me into a fit of giggles and eyes that were tearing up enough to put me at risk of ending up like Christopher Reeve if I didn't clear my eyes. The duration of laughter was five minutes.