I made the huge mistake of getting married once in Orlando, which should explain why I never want to lay eyes on that place again. I think my ex-mother-in-law is still there if nobody's shot her yet. She was a skin diver for Roto-Rooter until she switched careers and signed on as a witch at Universal Studios. They said she was overqualified for the job, but they hired her anyway, just to get her out of the personnel office. Took them a week to get the moldy smell out of the chair she sat in. She'd be about 200 years old by now - she was 160 when I knew her, but she didn't look a day over 140. I wonder if she still sleeps in a coffin.
