A
Funerals are supposed to be bleak.
B
Excuse me?
A
Funerals. Are supposed to be bleak.
B
Um, I don’t think that’s very appropriate to talk about right now.
A
Believe me, there’s no better time.
B
Believe me, there’s definitely a better time. And it’s not now.
A
You’re wrong–
B
Can you not? The service is about to start.
A
You don’t want to discuss?
B
No!
A
Okay, I’ll try on your wife. That is your wife, right? Yoo-hoo, I–
B
Stop stop stop stop. Fine. Funerals are supposed to be bleak.
A
So you agree?
B
Yes. Please tell me that’s all.
A
You’re suppos–urp–supposed to ask why.
B
(sniffs) Oh.
A
Oh?
B
You’ve been drinking before the service.
A
A lady’s gotta cope.
B
It’s nine in the morning!
A
You know what I say, my funeral is going to be the bleakest event any of this family has ever been to.
B
Good to know.
A
And I don’t want any men there.
B
Your husband’s not going to like that.
A
I’m not married.
B
Shocker.
A
Don’t be rude!
B
Why are you talking about funerals at a wedding?
A
This is a funeral…You’re supposed to ask who died.
B
Who died?
A
The single life. God, I hate weddings.
B
(leans in to his wife) This is the family your cousin’s marrying into?
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