Anita is holding a contest for entries worthy of entry into the dullest blog into the world.

Writing dully about banal things is an art-form, but I think it is tougher to write dully about important things in life. So here is my attempt.

The doctor told me that I had 3 months to live. He asked me if I had made my will.
I told him that I had no money and no one to leave it to.
He said ok.

Does this sound like Hemingway?