Mad, am I?

Amar and Akbar were the best of friends. So good, the whole area knew about them. In fact, they were separated only in flesh and blood. So close were they that when Amar fell down and lost his sanity, Akbar lost his too. They were thus admitted to the Gonsalves Hospital for the Differently Abled! It has been five years that they both have spent here, without much displeasure one would say; as even in their state of mind (or the lack of it) they seemed to enjoy; just that the world now functioned differently! Anyway, it was just yesterday that they were walking by the swimming pool specially constructed for them. And it was by accident, the witnesses say that Akbar fell into the pool. Amar to everyone's surprise followed pretty quickly, swam the depth and rescued his friend.

The hospital authorities were indeed impressed, and a lot more shocked, and thereby declared Amar (who had shown terrific improvement in the recent past) was of a stable mind and that he could be now discharged to resume a normal life. This news hadn't reached Amar yet as he was with his dearest friend; by his side all the time. When the authorities called in Amar to give him the good news he was elated. They told, "You could resume your life". However, with all good things cometh a certain bad thing too. The peons rushed in saying, Akbar hung himself to death in the bathroom! To which, Amar politely replied with a smile... "Oh no! It was me. He fell into the pool and was all drenched. I put him there to dry him..."