Me: When you die, do you want to be cremated or buried?
JD: Cremated.
Me: And what am I supposed to do, carry you around in an urn?
JD: No, spread my ashes out somewhere cool..like the Okefenokee.
Me: Uh, that doesn’t sound like a very nice place for a honeymoon.
Do you think he’s laughing or grimacing in pain?