Ramon: You know what, Danny; I have this morbid responsibility to plan for my own funeral.
Danny: What on earth? What’s up with that?
Ramon: Well, I feel like I should do it. You know to be responsible and stuff. I mean, I don’t want to burden my family with the expenses when I suddenly die.
Danny: Stop that, Ramon; you're only 22 years old! You still too young and have a life ahead of you.
Ramon: But, you never know, right? I could get into an accident or I could die in my sleep.
Danny: That might be true, but that just sound so wrong somehow…. Sigh, so, what do you plan to do for your funeral?
Ramon: Well, first off, I want something unique. I’m thinking of a Viking funeral.
Danny: Are you serious? You mean the kind where they put you on a boat then set your body on fire after which the boat would be pushed to sea?
Ramon: Bingo! That’s the one I want. Don’t you feel that it’s the ultimate send off?
Danny: I’m not sure I’ll call that the ultimate send of. Also, is that even legal?
Ramon: It’s not? Well, I guess I'll just settle for a simple cremation then though having fireworks while my ash is being scattered on the sea should work too.
Danny: I think that’ll work, not to mention more realistic. So, is there anything else?
Ramon: I want a casket, a fancy one. Also, I want my favorite song to be played during my wake, in full volume and in loop!
Danny: The neighbors would sure to complain, not to mention a nightmare for your mourners.
Ramon: I don’t care if they don’t like it, it’s my funeral so I get to choose the music.
Danny: I guess that’s only fair. Do you have anything else in mind?
Ramon: I want an epitaph that reads "Told ya’ I was sick."
Danny: (laughs) that sounded mean somehow but I guess that’s still acceptable.
Ramon: (laughs) I know right?
