Their Hunt for Immortality Led to Their Doom

My father was a mountain keeper and he'd been marrying new wives ever since I could remember.

It was strange that none of them lived past three days. They always ended up dead in bed.

I often tried to advise him, "You're not getting any younger, Dad. Can your body even handle this?"

My father would always pat me on the shoulder. He chuckled as he told me, "A man's a boy until the day he dies."

I laughed but felt resentful since my father was getting married to his 100th wife this time and she was a classmate.