So tonight me and Mr Bee are watching Jeopardy, as we are wont to do, being old farts who try to keep those few remaining brain cells firing by attempting to coax info bytes from the dark recesses of the old brain pan. All this is, of course, being foreplay leading to very athletic, sweaty and passionate attempts to climb down the stairs, brush our teeth and fall into bed at 8:30.
The final Jeopardy question was something like: "What notable person's brain, who died in 1955, was preserved and his ashes scattered over the Delaware River?"
Mr. Bee shouts, "Einstein!" Of course, that is the correct answer. But since Mr. Bee usually only gets the sports and geography questions right, I said, "How did you know that?"
He says, quite proud of himself, "I read his autobiography."