“Well I do worry. Trucks slide off the road all the time, roll down the mountain,” I said. “This crosses my mind.”
“It crosses my mind to but I will try not to have it happen.”
“Well I have no idea what I would do if you died. What would I do? I am not even sure they’d send you here. Would they send you to your family? Aren’t you supposed to be in an urn here?”
“They’d contact my son,” he said.
“Oh. Well I hope he sends you here. Aren’t you supposed to be here and haunt me?”
“Yeah, I’d like to be there but I will haunt you regardless.”
I just laughed.