Tonight was date night. We passed a cemetary on our way to dinner and I asked Jamie, "You're not going to bury me when I die, right? What will you do with my body?" My thought was that I prefer to be cremated, but I wasn't sure we'd ever discussed it. And date night is a good time for serious, albeit morbid, heart-to-hearts.
Jamie responded, "Donate it to science."
Me: "But I don't want to be donated."
Jamie: "You'll be dead. It won't be your body anymore, it'll be mine." And then he laughed at the thought of owning a body.
Jamie: "I'm going to have you stuffed and mounted. I'll hang you above the fireplace. We've been looking for something to go there. I'll have them make your face like the wild animals people mount. In a snarl. Might make it awkward when I start dating again."
Me: "I hate you."
A few minutes later he hit himself in the face with the door as we left his grandparents. You know what they say about karma.
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