Most stories that I have heard which start with this posts title usually aren't very funny. And while you may not think this one is so, It's had us in stitches all day.
To understand this story you must understand two things about me:
1) I have a very unusual outlook on life, and what is important. Some years ago I died, and by the Grace of God, and some talented physicians, was restored to life. But it seriously altered my perceptions on many issues, and my values.
2) I talk way too much. I tend to go on, and on, an on. And once the point is made, I go on some more. (So keeping this short is a real trial for me
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While driving to the grocery store today, one of my adopt-a-kids asked why I wasn't angry about something. Most people would have been, after all being stolen from isn't fun. But I went on to explain that because of my past experience, 'things' aren't that important to me. In fact I would give just about anything I have, and I haven't much, to help someone else if I could. And I went on, ... and on, ... and on. And five minutes later I finally shut up.
The younger child in the car then spoke up and said that meant I was UN-dead. At which point the older one chimed in out of the blue "Proof of The Zombie Apocalypse!"
At which point mom almost drove off the road, and I nearly wet myself laughing.
So world, take heed!
We Are HERE! and I HUNGER!
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The answer was 42. The question is long forgotten. The computer that solved it is now destroyed.
The MK-2 has been built. Should this be the next question?
(Solve if you can ...
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