So, I was in the car heading back from a family function with my husband (Tim) and brother (Chris).  My brother said something about dying.  The following is a real conversation:

Tim: Don’t worry, Chris. If you kick the bucket we will just cremate you.

Chris: Really?

Tim: Either that or bury you standing up. It’s cheaper that way.

Chris: If I’m still not married I want to be in a fancy urn on your mantel. It has to have an inscription.

Me: Is Sharpie okay?

Chris: (laughs)

Me: Here lies Chris, who–

Chris: No, no, no. I was thinking dilute in a one to two ratio…