Nach dem Tod bleibt meist nicht viel. Derzeit ziehe ich eine Seebestattung vor, ich möchte nicht dass selbst nach dem Leben noch irgendwelche Leute auf mir rumtrampeln. Aber was letztendlich übrig bleiben soll ist definitiv ein schlechter Ruf!
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Mrs Bloke: D'you er... fancy a cup of tea...?First Man: Oh well, that would be very nice, yeah... Thank you, thank you very much madam. Thank you. [Aside.] I thought she'd never ask... [She takes him into the kitchen... shuts the door. She bustles about preparing the tea...] You do realise... he has to be... well... dead... by the terms of the card... before he donates his liver.Mrs Bloke: Well I told him that... but he never listens to me... silly man.First Man: Only... I was wondering what you was thinking of doing after that... I mean... will you stay on your own or... is there someone else... sort of... on the horizon...?Mrs Bloke: I'm too old for that sort of thing. I'm past my prime...First Man: Not at all... you're a very attractive woman.Mrs Bloke: [laughs a little] Well... I'm certainly not thinking of getting hitched up again...First Man: Sure?Mrs Bloke: Sure.First Man: [coming a little closer] Can we have your liver then?