"Why do you like scones so much?"
The man who asked me that question is no longer alive.
It's a sad story: I was sitting at a sidewalk cafe eating a scone, and I must have appeared intensely absorbed in my scone; a man noticed me eating my scone, and was so taken aback by my delight in my scone, that he stopped in the middle of the street and stared at me while I ate my scone; then he said "Why do you like scones so much?" and then a bus slammed right into him. When I was done eating my scone, I stepped over to where the horrible accident had occurred, and amid the spectators answered:
"Because they are delightful."