Hospitals are a holy sanctuary. It is within their walls that all of mankind goes to find healing, and also to have large misshapen moles removed.

Moles like the one our Uncle Albert had on his lip through most of the seventies. That thing was so big we always just thought he was in a mixed race marriage. Man, we really hated his wife for never paying us any mind - and yet it makes perfect sense now. Today, though, today we're older. We're smarter, we're wiser, and we have a well-laminated associates to prove it.

And as we sit here staring at that degree hanging on the door of our mini-fridge, it brings us back to thoughts of hospitals - and how one recently made up a bed for Mary-Kate Olsen to recuperate in. Her insides are rotting you see, they are rotting and all the money in the world can't save her.

Except the money her health insurance probably paid to the hospital. That money actually helped her quite a bit.