Jason and I attended a funeral this morning. It got us to talking, clarifying our wishes should something unforeseen or sudden happen. This funeral aside, a friend of mine just suddenly lost his wife, and I have two friends coming up on the anniversaries of a parent's death, both sudden. Having a plan seems like a sensible, if scarily adult thing to do.

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That said? We agreed that I'll probably go first. He says it's because I'm stubborn. I say it's because he's freaking late to everything. So he has therefore gleefully agreed that in the event he delivers my eulogy, he will end with "and to finish, I leave you with the words Christina lived her life by. 'Facts, motherf****ers.'" Then he'll drop the mic and walk out.

This is why I married this man.