Me: Hi Mom.
Mom: Oh hi honey, can I call you back? I'm in the middle of making my funeral arrangements*
Later on that day
Mom: Well honey, I'm going to be cremated. You dont mind, do you? But I've made sure that you can see my body beforehand if you want, I know how you like to look at dead things.
*my mom is perfectly healthy outside of having degenerative eye disease and fuzzy logic.
