A man came home early from work one afternoon, happy to have a few unexpected hours to relax. But as soon as he walked into the bedroom, he froze.

His wife was lying across the bed, breathing heavily, puffing and panting like she had just run a marathon.

“What on earth are you doing?” he asked, rushing toward her.

She looked at him in panic, clearly caught off guard.

“Err… I… um…” she stammered. “I think I’m having a heart attack!”

The husband’s face went pale.

“Oh my God!” he shouted. “Don’t move! I’ll call an ambulance!”

He ran downstairs as fast as he could, grabbed the phone, and started dialing 911. Just then, his little son Johnny appeared in the hallway, crying his eyes out.

“What’s the matter, son?” the father asked, worried.

Johnny sniffled and pointed upstairs.

“Uncle James is in the closet with no clothes on, Daddy.”

The man’s expression changed instantly. Furious, he dropped the phone, stormed back upstairs, and flung open the wardrobe door.

Sure enough, there was his brother James, standing completely naked and looking terrified.

The husband turned red with anger.

“You bastard, Jim!” he screamed. “My wife is over there having a heart attack and you’re running around naked scaring Johnny!”