Spills said to me at dinner tonight, "When I die, will you be waiting for me?"
Taken by surprise, I said, "I sure hope so."
"And what if I'm late?"
"I hope you will be late, because you had a really long life."
"Do you know what I'll say if I'm late?"
"What?"
"Sorry I'm late. Lots of traffic. Too many bones."
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