As I was watching the Stanley Cup last night while working on my laptop. Clifford sits down with a bowl of cereal and watches the screen. He sat quietly just eating his cereal for a moment and then switched from hockey to some A&E crime show.

After about 10 minutes, he suddenly turned to me and said, “I just want you to know that no matter when or how I go, I’ve designed it and put a plan in place where it looks like you killed me. I want the cops to think it was all you.” Then he turned back to his show and continued to eat his cereal.

What?