you: yes. it is a little like giving birth. inhale! and push!
me: oi. you forget. i’ve done that. this is more like burning old love letters. liberating but sad.
you: remind me to nominate you sometime for some really big award one day for being able to say things well.
me: wah. no thanks.
you: okay. well, will you do the eulogy then at my funeral?
me: only if i get to die first.
you: unfair. i look better in black lace.
me: *dies laughing*