Okay, not terribly creative, I know: effective, nevertheless.
My Dead Brother weighed close to 400 pounds when he was diagnosed with cancer, and may be the only person I've ever known to gain weight on chemotherapy. Granted, he weighs much less now, but seriously, that box is *heavy.* Had I a scale (which I don't, because I'm nearly 40 and a size 4 and don't need to know precisely how much I weigh), I'd find out exactly how much he weighs. I'm guessing about 15 pounds, because he's heavier than my freeweights and lighter than my baby.
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