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.
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?
Me: Here lies Chris, who–
Chris: No, no, no. I was thinking dilute in a one to two ratio…