K: Dad I think my cold has passed away.
Matt: Oh no, your cold died? Maybe we should have a funeral for it. And a dinner. At the church.
Me: *snorting* Oh my God you’re going to hell.
K: Dad I think my cold has passed away.
Matt: Oh no, your cold died? Maybe we should have a funeral for it. And a dinner. At the church.
Me: *snorting* Oh my God you’re going to hell.
