hubby and I both have a cold. hubby shared his with me (always considerate). since colds can kill me (literally) I'm NOT a happy camper. The only consolation I have is he is much worse than I am. As it should be.

hubby: how do you know when you're dead?
Me: generally, it's when you're not breathing anymore.
Hubby: I'm not breathing any more.
Me: oh, in that case, you're dead.