"This coffee smells like almonds," her husband remarked.
"Must be the almond cookies dear," she replied.
She’d been diligently collecting and crushing apple pips for years.
Suddenly, in convulsions, he fell to the floor. Dead!
Such a pity he couldn't learn not to leave the toilet seat up, she thought.
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The prompt is convulsion
The image is my own.