"Let's go out crazy."

That's what he said when the cops busted his ass when his wife caught him screwing his sister again...

Yes, to all residents of Alabama who have somehow managed to retain their normality, once again, you are the collective butt of ridicule and incest jokes.

But you see, apparently this splendid example of evolution had been diagnosed with cancer, and wanted to go out in a way that was meaningful to him. And, apparently, to her.

Now, far be it from me to pretend to be some kind of puritan, but... the questions boggle the mind.

If he was diagnosed with cancer, and wanted to go nuts, why didn't he get drunk off his butt and do something spectacularly inappropriate with his wife, where at least the neighbors could show a little sympathy while giggling about them the next day?

"Man, diagnosed with cancer, has sex with wife on top of his pickup truck while singing HMS Pinafore. Sports at eleven."

I'm not saying it'd be all that bright, for a number of good reasons that are immediately apparent to any of this blog's contingent of sane readers. The rest of you can crib notes later, and, btw, here, borrow my camera, will you? I need to make some money on the Internet.

Was this man's relationship to his wife so horrific that cancer caused him to psychologically regress and satisfy some bizarre Oedipus complex via the only mama-analog roughly his age?

Or, was their relationship simply so bad that he didn't care about banging his sister in a trailer, where there must surely have been soundproofing and privacy?

What on earth gives you a sexual attraction to the woman who used to put you in a dress and slather you in bad makeup so that they could laugh at how cute you are while playing tea?

You get the impression that this kind of thing had been going on for a while, and that cancer was really the last in a series of lame excuses. Surely, the first reaction of