Me: Remember how at Grampa's funeral he had an open casket?
Brother: Yeah, that was weird.
Mom: Well I think that's what he wanted.
Me: I don't want that. Give me a viking funeral.
Mom: No. We are not talking about this.
Brother: Is a viking funeral where they set you out on a boat and then someone shoots it with a flaming arrow?
Me: Yeah. I think that's what it's called anyway.
Mom: You're so dramatic. We're not doing that and we're not talking about this anymore.
Me: But it's what I want! Come on, Mom.
Brother: Don't worry, Jen. I'll totally light you on fire.
Me: Thanks, Bro. I knew I could count on you.