It all started with a misunderstanding. In the kitchen.
I was putting stuff away in the refrigerator after dinner, my head stuck inside and I thought my mom asked me to hand her the mortuary salt. At which point I freeze, then turn to look at her with a WTF expression.
Mom: What?
Me: Did you say give you the MORTUARY salt?
Mom: *laughs* Celery salt!
Me: *relieved*
Mom (who has recently returned to histology after 20+ years out of the field): I had to go to the morgue last week.
Me: Fun!
Mom: There wasn't a body, just a bag of legs.
Me: ...
Dad: *stops eating dinner* ...
Mom: I was afraid there would be a body and my coworker said there was one, but it was in the freezer and the only thing out was a bag of amputated legs.
Me: ...I think I'd rather see the body.
Dad: Me. Too.
Mom: Yeah.
Me: This is going in my Livejournal tonight.
Mom: *laughs*
Mom: What?
Me: Did you say give you the MORTUARY salt?
Mom: *laughs* Celery salt!
Me: *relieved*
Mom (who has recently returned to histology after 20+ years out of the field): I had to go to the morgue last week.
Me: Fun!
Mom: There wasn't a body, just a bag of legs.
Me: ...
Dad: *stops eating dinner* ...
Mom: I was afraid there would be a body and my coworker said there was one, but it was in the freezer and the only thing out was a bag of amputated legs.
Me: ...I think I'd rather see the body.
Dad: Me. Too.
Mom: Yeah.
Me: This is going in my Livejournal tonight.
Mom: *laughs*