When I caught my sister-in-law, Iris, secretly tossing my brother Donny’s beloved Hawaiian shirts instead of packing them, I knew I had to act fast. Rather than confront her, I quietly rescued them and planned the perfect prank. Little did Iris know, her “trash” was about to make a memorable comeback!
I pulled into my brother’s nearly empty house, where the moving truck had already left for Oklahoma. Iris was finishing the last bit of packing, and I was there to help with the final touches.
I knocked on the door but didn’t wait for a reply. I never did.
“Hey! I brought coffee!” I called out as I walked inside. The empty house echoed back at me, but there was no response. Iris was probably upstairs, so I headed to the bedroom to find her.
As I neared the door, which was slightly ajar, I saw her crouched over a trash bag, focused on her task. And that’s when I saw it—bright, familiar colors peeking out from the bag. Donny’s Hawaiian shirts! My heart skipped a beat.
I froze, trying to process what I was seeing. Iris teased Donny relentlessly about those shirts, but throwing them out? I stood there, watching in disbelief as she stuffed another one into the trash like it was worthless.
Those shirts weren’t just clothes to Donny—they were part of his personality. He loved them, and there was no way he’d ever agree to throw them out. My anger flared, but I forced myself to think fast.
“Iris!” I called out, nudging the door open with my foot and stepping inside. “What are you up to?”
Her eyes widened in shock as she quickly tried to close the bag. “Candy! You’re early. I was just, uh… throwing out some trash.”
I glanced at the trash bag stuffed with Donny’s favorite shirts and smirked. She was caught red-handed, and an idea began to form.
“Take a break,” I said, thrusting the coffee into her hands. “I’ll take out the trash for you, and then you can tell me what else you need help with.”
Before she could protest, I snatched up the bag and headed outside. Once safely by my car, I tossed the shirts into my trunk, chuckling to myself. This was going to be the best prank ever.
Later that evening, I texted my parents with a plan. Surprise housewarming party at Donny and Iris’s new place. Meet in Oklahoma this Saturday. 🎉
My parents loved surprises, especially the kind that made their kids squirm with embarrassment. Little did they know, I had something even more exciting planned for the party.
We arrived at Donny and Iris’s new home late that Saturday afternoon, with the Oklahoma sun beginning to dip. Iris answered the door, her surprise thinly masked. I could tell she wasn’t ready for this.
“Surprise!” we all shouted, balloons in hand. My mom charged in, already asking questions and complimenting the house while nearly knocking over a lamp.
Donny emerged from the kitchen, grinning in his usual laid-back way, though noticeably without one of his signature floral shirts. He wore a plain tee instead, which made me snicker inside.
“Wow, you guys came all the way out here!” he exclaimed, giving me a quick hug. “I just wish the airline hadn’t lost my luggage. All my favorite Hawaiian shirts are gone. Just vanished.”
I bit my lip to keep from laughing, especially when I noticed Iris fidgeting nervously behind him. Her expression was priceless.
“You mean your Hawaiian shirts?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Yeah! Man, I loved those shirts,” Donny said, clearly disappointed.
“They were definitely… memorable,” I agreed, shooting a sideways glance at Iris, whose face had turned a shade paler. She avoided eye contact, and I couldn’t resist pushing the joke further. “I bet Iris really misses seeing you in them, huh?”
She forced a smile and nodded. “Oh, yes. Those… shirts.”
By the time we got to the gift exchange, Iris was practically buzzing with nerves. After Mom and Dad gave Donny some practical housewarming gifts, it was my turn.
“Here you go, bro. Thought you might like this,” I said, handing him a framed childhood photo of the two of us, Donny proudly wearing one of his cherished Hawaiian shirts.
His face lit up as he showed it to everyone. “Look at us! Man, I used to love that shirt.”
“And speaking of shirts,” I added with a grin, “there’s one more thing.” I dramatically pulled the trash bag from behind me, the one Iris had thought was long gone.
Donny’s eyes widened as I pulled out the first of his Hawaiian shirts, holding it up like a trophy. “No. Freaking. Way!” he shouted in disbelief, grabbing the shirt from me and running his hands over it like a lost treasure. “How did you…?”
I winked. “I have my ways.”
Iris stood frozen, her mouth slightly open, trying to process what had just happened. She had no idea how to respond, but the realization that she had been caught slowly dawned on her face.
After the excitement settled down, Iris pulled me aside, her face flushed. “You saw me, didn’t you?” she asked, crossing her arms in frustration.
I feigned innocence. “Saw what?”
She sighed, rubbing her temples. “The shirts. You saw me throw them out.”
“Maybe,” I teased. “Looks like he really missed them, huh?”
She groaned. “I can’t stand those loud, tacky things. But seeing how happy they make him… maybe I was wrong.”
I put a hand on her shoulder. “Relationships are all about compromise. Besides, no one’s asking you to wear them.”
She laughed, finally relaxing a little. “And I guess you weren’t going to let that ‘lost luggage’ story go, huh?”
I grinned. “What can I say? I live for a good prank.”
Later, Iris came clean in front of the whole family, admitting what she had done. She confessed that she found the shirts ridiculous but, seeing how much they meant to Donny, she was sorry.
Donny just laughed it off. “Hey, I love my shirts, but I love you more,” he said, giving her a kiss. “I’ll save them for weekends, just for you.”
In the end, the Hawaiian shirts became more than just a wardrobe choice—they turned into a family joke, a reminder of Donny’s quirky charm and the little compromises we make for the people we love.
Doctor discusses the dangers of kissing someone who passed away and the health risks it can create
When we lose someone close, we feel overwhelmed. Sadness and grief settle in our heart and the thought of never seeing that person again can be unbearable.
However, despite these feelings and the urge to kiss the person whom we lost, a doctor from Moldova, Dr. Viktor Ivanovik, shares the risks associated with kissing someone deceased. His video, in which he discusses this highly sensitive topic, has caused a widespread discussion and debate on social media.
According to him, around nine hours after someone dies, the body starts to decompose, a natural process during which bacteria from the decomposing tissues start to surface.
These bacteria can pose health risks to individuals who come into contact with the body, particularly through kissing.
He says he’s perfectly aware that this practice is seen as a final farewell and sort of respect towards the deceased person, but he believes people should be aware of the risk they put themselves into by unknowingly expose themselves to harmful pathogens.
As expected, people’s opinions were divided.
“I kissed my father and would do it again, no matter the risk! He is my father!” one person commented. Others, however, appreciated his advice and wrote they would reconsider their decision of kissing someone who has died as a final goodbye no matter the emotional connection they had with the deceased.
Dr. Ivanovik emphasized the issue of one’s sense of smell being affected if kissing someone who passed away.
The body’s decomposition can produce an unpleasant odor that might remain in one’s memory longer than expected. Some people report a significant change in their sense of smell and taste after such an act, adding another layer of complexity to the already emotional farewell experience.
“Honestly, I don’t think anyone can resist not kissing their parent on the hand or forehead one last time. I kissed my father’s hand for the last time,” a follower commented.
What are your thoughts on this?
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