(I am having an online conversation with my girlfriend.)

Girlfriend: “I have a request. When I die, I don’t want you to wear black.”

Me: “Not sure I can promise that, but I’m sensing a theme here.”

Girlfriend: “Yeah, I want you to wear another colour, and tell funny stories about me at my funeral.”

Me: “Okay…?”

Girlfriend: “Yeah, I don’t want my funeral to be a sad affair.”

Me: “No guarantee on that either, it’s a funeral after all.”

Girlfriend: “It will be guaranteed when I have you enforce a four-drink minimum.”

Me: “Seriously? In that case let’s host the funeral in a church-shaped bouncy castle.”

Girlfriend: “Oooh! I hadn’t thought of that! I love the way your mind works!”