Dinner Conversation
Carl and I went to have pizza yesterday, and for whatever reason, the topic of conversation most of the time was what we wanted the other to do after we died. I have no idea where it came from, but now Carl knows about Jewish funerals and I know that Carl wants to be cremated and have a friend of his scatter his ashes.
You'd think we'd talk about happier things than that over a meat lovers' pizza but :: shrug :: apparently not.
(Speaking of pizza and death: the pizza buffet place by my apartment closed! It'd only been open six months, tops! This is the second pizza buffet closure in the last two months here -- which amazes me because, you know, buffets and all!)
You'd think we'd talk about happier things than that over a meat lovers' pizza but :: shrug :: apparently not.
(Speaking of pizza and death: the pizza buffet place by my apartment closed! It'd only been open six months, tops! This is the second pizza buffet closure in the last two months here -- which amazes me because, you know, buffets and all!)