Real Death vs. Fake Illness

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The wedding video started playing on the big screen, and I froze.

It was Jake, my childhood best friend, standing on a rooftop, threatening to jump.

His voice was cracking as he called out my name, begging.

"Chad, I did everything you said! I even got a vasectomy so I couldn't get Amy pregnant. The doctor says I have terminal cancer and won't last long anyway! Please, just let me have Amy back!"

Amy, my fiancée, went ballistic.

She called off the wedding right then and there.

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