Continuation

My sister called me.

"Hey"
"Hey"
"How're your vital signs?"
"Flickering."
"Flickering?'
"Flickering."
"Well. I'll bring flowers (to your funeral)."
"Thanks."

Now, though I blog-lecture my cousin for not knowing to offer flowers at the mention of what is, apparently, my imminent demise -- it amuses me that my sister knows, instantly and without reflection, that this is the appropriate response.
"I'll bring flowers."
We are casual about my approaching death, flippant even.

We have such a warped sense of humor, my family and I.