Me: When I die I want to be….uhhhh I forget the word…
Birth Giver: Cremated?
Birth Giver: Stuffed?
Me: Yes, but the other word for it.
Birth Giver: Taxidermied.
Me: Yes. As well as a basket full of the chocolate cake from work.
Birth Giver: That’s really creepy. “Here have some chocolate cake from my dead daughter.”
Me: It has to be the good chocolate cake though!
Birth Giver: Okay, here have some of the good chocolate cake from my dead daughter.