Hetero Life Mate and I were discussing how much we will miss each other when I move away for grad school. "It could be worse..." I said, which, of course, prompted a long list of movie, book and television separations that are worse than moving a few thousand miles.
Drowning after the Titanic crashes? Worse.
Getting trapped in a parallel universe? Worse.
Being thrown out of an airlock after finding out your husband is a machine? Worse.
Mistaken death leading to suicide due to feuding families? Worse (although WE have
sassy gay friends who would save us).
My two favorites:
K: At least you're not crushed under a building and I'm growing another head out of my shoulder after the second apocalypse.
R: Damn it, I hate it when that happens!
and
K: At least I don't have to stand by and watch while you fall off a cliff while failing to be beamed to the Enterprise. And I'm Zachary Quinto.
R: I wish you were.
K: Zachary Quinto, or watching you fall to your death?
R: Zachary Quinto. I'd do you. ...Except in this scenario, I'm your mom.
K: I'd still do him.
R: ...
K: She's not actually his mom! She's Winona Ryder.
R: Oh, well, then.