Yeah, Right, Whatever

If I didn't know better, I would think this is a bad parody of a Monty Python skit:

Eighty-one-year-old Myron Manders wants the Social Security Administration to know that he still is alive. The problem is, it doesn't seem to be listening.

Last November, Manders was preparing to leave a hospital where he was treated for pneumonia when a social worker said his insurance company would not pay the bill because it believed Manders died on Sept. 1...

...Jarrett said Eunice Manders has been paid a survivor's benefit, which he said is now considered an overpayment she will be responsible for paying back, although she will have a right to appeal.

Manders, who describes himself as an almost-retired architect, sought to clear up the problem by showing up at a Social Security office. The in-person appearance did not help.

The Department of Veterans Affairs, recognizing that Manders served in the Army during World War II, notified Eunice that she is a beneficiary on his Veterans Affairs life insurance policy and that Social Security had notified the VA of Myron's death.

The latest correspondence from Social Security came Monday addressed to Eunice, advising she is entitled to monthly widow's benefits. Myron Manders would not say exactly what was going through his mind. "Curse words," he hinted.

Like I said, a bad parody of The Holy Grail. Curse words, indeed.

How does walking into an office and saying, "uh... I'm alive here people" NOT help a situation like this? Oh, wait... this is the gubmint we're talking about. It's probably a whole lot easier declaring someone dead (unless they actually are or something) than to prove you're alive.