me: if you died, how long do you think it would take for me to find out?
regan: well, probably just a few hours.
me: what kind of funeral would you want?
regan: no funeral. just burn me up and flush me down the toilet.
me: i was thinking more of a mexican funeral. you know, lots of frippery complete with dangling crucifixes and red carnations.
regan: and a pinata.
me: yes, and everyone can take a whack at it and say something about you that they didn't like.
regan: then my ashes should go into the pinata so they can rain down on the people when it busts open.
me and regan: ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!! (breathe) ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!
me: oh my god. morbid city. i am glad we had this little talk.
regan: me too. let's get the check. people are beginning to stare.
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