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A visit to the marriage counselor...

"I'm worried that I'm losing my wife's love," the husband told the
marriage counselor.

"Has she started to neglect you?"

"Not at all," the dejected man replied. "She meets me at the door
with a cold drink and a warm kiss. My shirts are always ironed, she's
a great cook, the house is always neat, she keeps the kids out of my
hair. She lets me choose the television shows we watch and she never
objects to sex or says she has a headache."

"So what's the problem?"

"Maybe I'm just being too sensitive," the husband ventured, "but at
night, when she thinks I'm sleeping, she puts her lips close to my ear
and whispers, Die! You son of a bltch, die!"
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