Austin and I have been watching Adam Ruins Everything. We just
watched the death episode. And, well, there's less than a one percent
chance that surgery could kill me, but . . .
Me, going over to Austin and sitting down next to him: When I die, I
don't want a funeral or anything. Just cremate me. I mean, if I die
young, maybe have a wake here [at home].
Austin: I was planning on pretending you were alive several weeks
after your death to throw off suspicion. I was going to take your
face, wear it like a death mask. Sound like you [squawking noise-I hit him].
Me: You'll have to learn how to use Facebook.
Austin: Yeah, that'll suck. But I'll do it. Now, for my tomb, I want gold. Solid gold, not plated. And I want
Indiana Jones level booby traps.
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