“John! What are you doing?” cried Sue as she walked in to find John packing a suitcase.
“I’m leaving you Sue.”
“Why? I thought we were happy.”
“We were, until you got that dog” John gestured toward what appeared to be a soccer sized ball of fluff
“Fluffy? You don’t like Fluffy?” She picked up the small dog and clutched him to her chest.
“That monster doesn’t like me. He’s always staring with those evil eyes.” John said, shuddering.
“This ‘monster’ as you call him was the only companion my grandmother had. She willed him to me.”
“Honey, you grandma was found dead with weird bites on her head.”
“That wasn’t Fluffy! He would never hurt her! I told you, it was the Zombies!”
“You want me to believe that Zombies ate your grandmother? The dog was found chewing on her foot.” John had finished packing, he picked up his suitcase and set it by the door.
“He was trying to wake her! You know what? We are done! I can’t be with someone who doesn’t believe me! You’re disastering my life! Get out!
John picked up his suitcase, opened the door, turned to Sue and said, “Fine! Good luck with your Zombies!”
“Grandmother?” Sue asked, looking over John’s shoulder. John turned slowly to see the rotting corpse of the old woman standing in the doorway.
“BRRAAAIIIIIINNSS!!”


Happy Disaster Day! Hope your disaster is manageable!