Worse than car salesmen, I tell ya.

slamfu: You having a BBQ this Sunday correct?

evangoer: Yes indeed!

evangoer: Will you be gracing it with your presence?

slamfu: Yes, and a favor to ask.

evangoer: If you’re asking me to change my mojito recipe, the answer is “no”.

slamfu: I need to be in the area the following morning, mind if I crash at your place? And your mojito’s go to your grave with you Im sure

evangoer: … along with all my other possessions.

evangoer: construction of the tomb is proceeding nicely

slamfu: We’re going to bury you in a giant(hopefully) warehouse

evangoer: will there be poison dart traps? I love poison dart traps

slamfu: altho the ashes of everything you own is much more portable

evangoer: !!

slamfu: We dont’ have poison darts, but we did get one of those giant rolling balls of death thingies

slamfu: There was a special.

evangoer: Sweet! Just make sure there are no nooks and crannies for those pesky tomb plunderers to roll into.

evangoer: Did you get the flaming model, or the regular?

slamfu: Regular, with an option to upgrade, and a warranty.

evangoer: Well done!

slamfu: I felt silly buying the warranty afterwards tho.

evangoer: First 10 miles or 1,000 years, standard?

slamfu: Those high pressure tomb accessory salesmen get me every time.

The more I think about it, the more I think Jessica Mitford had the right idea. No, scratch that — the more I think Yoda had the right idea.