Says the mom of long-time friends to me at the wedding reception today in CA:
"I want you to be at my funeral". (She seemed to be doing pretty well to me.)
Says I: "Don't forget to call me."
Says a long-time friend around the table at the reception:
"Let's pray for Rick to move back to California."
Says I: "Did you say, 'Let's pay for Rick to move back to California?' How much are we talking about here?."