Z-Girl: Do you want to be cremated or buried when you die?
Z-Boy: I wanna be stuffed.
Z-Boy: And I want you to put little wheels on my shoes so you can take me for a walk everyday.
Z-Boy: And, and, and, oh yeah, I want a party every year on my birthday with strippers and lap dances.
Z-Boy: And, let me think...
Z-Girl: You know, honey, this is going to be really time consuming. I mean, what if I get remarried? Don't you think my new husband would get a little jealous of all the time I'll be spending with your stuffed corpse?
Z-Boy: Well, it's not like I'll have to sleep in your bed or anything.
Z-Girl: Okay. That's a relief I guess.
Z-Boy: You could just, you know, prop me up in the corner of the bedroom.
Monday, December 05, 2005