Lisa recounting a story over dinner, the night after the mock funeral:

So she comes running in all frantic and says “The cake is in the autopsy room, right beside the corpse.” And I say, “I left it there because the room is cold.” And she says, “But I just learned that pathogens are airborne!” So I say, “It’s okay, I covered it in plastic.”

I have the most interesting friends, and some of the oddest dinner conversations with them.