In Pursuit of All Things Trivial

matt, my fiance, already has enough to put up with as it is, but the following conversation ensued during a rip roaring game of trivial pursuit last night:

matt: okay, history...what happened to paul revere's horse after the midnight ride?

me: it died.

matt: um, actually, the british took it.

me: *glare* it's dead! it's not still with us, just roaming around somewhere is it?

matt:...*stunned silence*

me: *glare*

matt: *passes me the yellow wedge* i really can't argue with that logic.

few can, matthew. few can.