A moth walks in to a podiatrist's office, sits down, and says "Doc, you've gotta help me. I've been working at the dealership for 25 years and just today, they laid me off."
The podiatrist says, "I'm so sorry to hear that. That must be very difficult."
"That's just the thing, doc. Things at home haven't been any better." The moth puts his head in his hands and, through sobs, continues: "My son, only 16, just died in a car accident. He'd been out with his friends and somebody must have bought alcohol for them, because he wrapped our family station wagon around a tree. He and his best friend and girlfriend were killed instantly.
"The grief was too much for my wife. When we got back from the funeral, she had her bags packed. She told me 'I don't know if I can be in this house anymore... I've been having an affair with your childhood friend Chris from the bank, and our son's death has made me realize that life is too short to not be happy.' And just like that, she was gone.
"Honestly, doc? I don't know if I can do this anymore. I want to end it all."
The podiatrist replies, "This must all be very hard for you, but why did you come see me? You should be seeing a psychiatrist, not a podiatrist."
The moth looks up, eyes swollen from tears. "The light was on."