Monkey X

My Old Man kept his sense of humor right to the end.
On his deathbed he beckoned me close and whispered with his dying breath, "I forgive you".

 For the next eighteen years I was racked with guilt, yet completely perplexed by his last words until
 my mother, on her deathbed, drew me close as well and whispered, "he was kidding."

I didn't say it was a great sense of humor, I just said he kept it.

(Acrylic and oil on board, 8" x 10")