This evening, Pablo and I had a telephone conversation that started out like so:
[my phone rings]
Pablo: Hello! I'm done with my funeral!
Fern: okay good!
Then it it hit me "I'm done with my funeral" and I could not stop laughing smack in the middle of the produce department at Kroger...
To clarify, earlier in the day Pablo had told me that he had to do a funeral in the afternoon and that he would call me as soon as the funeral was over so we could figure some stuff out. So he called me... to inform me that he was done with his funeral....