(Scene: Housemates K & S are out for a group dinner at a local restaurant, and have both noticed how chilly the temperature has gotten since they entered the establishment.)
S: It is SO cold in here!
K: I know, right?! Feel my nose!
S: (leans over to feel K’s nose) Oh my gosh! It feels like a dead person’s nose!
K: That’s what I — (Sudden pause upon realization of what’s been said)– Wait, what??
S: (Not really sure as to why K is confused about her description) Yeah, you know…cold and stiff. Like a corpse.
K: (Still confused) Do you touch dead people often?
S: (Now just as confused as to why K is confused) Don’t you?
K: No, I don’t. Not ever.
S: Really?
K: Really.
S: Not even at your grandparents’ funerals?
K: (Respectfully, but with conviction) Hell to the no.
S: Oh, okay.
K: But I’m relived that’s the situation in which you’ve touched a corpse. It makes sense.
S: Wait, you were thinking that I just went around touching the noses of the dead.
K: I mean, not entirely, but I also wasn’t sure what situation would call for you to touch any part of a dead person.
S: Well, I’m glad we cleared that up.
K: As am I.
(Respectfully relieved that no one at the table touches the noses of random cadavers. End scene.)*
* Everyone mourns the loss of a loved one in different ways. This post is not intended to make light of death or poke fun at the way different people mourn their loss. It was merely a conversation where realizations were made, and a funny one at that.
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