When your husband is sick (claiming he's dying, whining, crying and coughing in bed) it's a terrific idea to "accidently" wake him with a tightly gripped pillow in your hands. Mutter under your breath, "I just can't stand to see you like this. I want to remember you the way you were!"
Nothing is funnier than a feigned mercy killing.
I'm off to find Mark's Halloween costume. The Grim Reaper needs to bring David some soup and Gatorade.