(I am having an online conversation with my girlfriend.)
Carrie: “I have a request. When I die, I don’t want you to wear black.”
Carlos: “Not sure I can promise that, but I’m sensing a theme here.”
Carrie: “Yeah, I want you to wear another colour, and tell funny stories about me at my funeral.”
Carlos: “Okay…?”
Carie: “Yeah, I don’t want my funeral to be a sad affair.”
Carlos: “No guarantee on that either, it’s a funeral after all.”
Carrie: “It will be guaranteed when I have you enforce a four-drink minimum.”
Carlos: “Seriously? In that case let’s host the funeral in a church-shaped bouncy castle.”
Carrie: “Oooh! I hadn’t thought of that! I love the way your mind works!”
