The Old Zug Mailbag

Received this email from a regular reader (referencing Sunday's "What I Learned from the Death of Elvis"):

An uncanny coincidence:

A friend of mine [more accurate would be "a friend of a friend"] died two weeks ago from a heart attack after taking his morning shit.

His mother found him in the bathtub, his pants around his ankles.

He was 50 years old, or thereabouts.

When I heard how he died, my first thought was this:

"That's how Elvis died."

As they ought to say: "A word to the wise ought to be sufficient."

Courage.