An hour later, the usual fart-laugh echoed through the house. But this time, there was a brief silence, followed by a panicked scream. Concerned yet amused, she waited, trying to stifle her laughter. When he finally emerged, he looked pale, his fingers coated in something he clearly wished he hadn’t touched. “Honey,” he began, holding up his dirty fingers with a sheepish grin, “I owe you an apology. You were right. I finally farted my guts out.”

Their marriage was built on humor, shared moments, and a deep, unspoken understanding. Fifty years had taught them that laughter was just as vital as love, and on that Thanksgiving morning, her prank had given them both a new memory to cherish. It was a reminder that, in the end, the funniest moments were the ones that brought them closer, turning even the most embarrassing of situations into something to be thankful for.