We have been talking lately about life and death.
I don't mean like Nick being electrocuted by the photocopier or chopped up by an axe murderer. For once.
More like, Nick's remaining grandparents are old and frail. Our parents are all in their 70s. And Nick's dad is going to have heart surgery in the spring. We have reminders that life is short and precious.
Plus Nick decided we should get life insurance. So we met with an agent and filled out forms and such. We're going to do wills next.
It all really makes you think, you know?
So the other day I told him that if I were in a coma, on life support, I'd want him to pull the plug.
I said, "Please, if that ever happens, promise you'll just kill me."
"Sweetheart, I don't know if I could do that."
"Then ask your mother to do it. I'm sure it would be no problem for her."