Him: It's raining and lightning.
Me: I'm going anyway--lightning won't strike me.
Him: SIGH...I'll go.
Me: I don't mind.
Him: (As he buttons his raincoat) Remember, I want to be cremated, not buried.
Me: Where do you want me to throw your ashes? The farm?
Him: I don't care--you can throw me in the toilet.
Me: I'll scatter you at the farm at dead dog hill over Bubba and Callie and Hank.
Him: Well, that's better than Dead Chicken Hill.
Me: True
#itsaroyallife
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