What is the entertainment value of destroying a life? A husband who left mentally long ago, a lonely and frustrated wife. You watch them and say, pass the popcorn please. But this estranged couple doesn't quite feel the humor that the audience sees. We all have skeletons in our closet, and if a bone slips out, why put it on public display, then wave it in my face to the point that I'm reliving that horror everyday? Because contrary to popular belief, the best time to kick a person is when they're down. Make sure you sharpen the toes on them boots and spread the tale all over town. Likening the victim to vermin, the angry crowd chases the rat down an alley, treacherously black. And what do rats do when they're cornered? That's right, they attack. And then miraculously, you realize, it finally becomes clear, that maybe you shouldn't put your faith in everything you hear. And now you hang your heads, feeling guilty for what was said and done. All the hatred that was spewed, solely for the sake of having fun. Your excuse for doing all that spiteful ****, "Well, everybody else does"... But not only isn't it funny now, it never really was.