Me: Dying is so impersonal nowadays. I don't want the last thing I see on this Earth to be some doctor's face, I want it to be yours.
Ty: Ok, I will try to make that happen.
Me:What about you? What do you want your last sight to be?
Ty: Your face.
Me: Oh!.... well then we'll have to die at the same time.
Ty: Facing each other. Or maybe at least a picture.
Me:Hmmmm. (long pause) I'm not gonna lie, I totally expected you to say the boobs of my new young wife.
Ty: The perky boobs of my new young wife.
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