The Misunderstanding

The doctor at the hospital told him grim news, he hadn´t long to live. Outside the day looked brighter than before what he had noticed he now saw and deeply regretted his blindness. Bought a packet of cigarettes, and since he was dying anyway health didn´t matter anymore. In a shop he bought a silk rope, long and strong, he always liked silk it was so soft on the touch. Home he made a noose, put it around his neck climbed up on a table and fastened the rope to a roof beam. The mobile phone rang, it was the doctor who was sorry, there had been a mix up with the papers, he was not going to die after all, elated he jumped off the table and….