“What do you want to be remembered for?”

“That’s a stupid question.”

“Not really. You know. Under the circumstances.”

“Sure, fucking whatever, but it’s not up to me, is it.”

“No, but that doesn’t mean I can’t ask. God, you’ve gotten to be such a dick.”

“Yeah, well, you know, that also shouldn’t surprise you, ‘under the circumstances.'”

“Look, you said I should be normal. I’m being normal. You made me promise. Like, months ago. Remember?”

“Yeah. I didn’t say I’d be okay about it now.”

“Fine. Well. Just as long as you remember that you asked for it.”

“…”

“…”

“Fine.”

“So what do you want to be remembered-“

“Oh come on.”

“Seriously, just think about it for a second. Like if you were asking me-“

“Yeah? What would YOU want me to be remembered for?”

“Really? Did you really just do an ‘enough about me, what do you think of me’ line just now?”

“You love me.”

“Whatever. Look, if you’d asked me, what like I wanted to be remembered for, yeah, like, it’d be a hard question. It is a hard question. But I mean, I can think of a couple things.”

“Like…?”

“Like I want to be remembered for things I did while I was around, not for things people find out about me after. Or like, I don’t know, mushy things, like I want to be remembered for being a good person, I guess, or for at least trying.”

“But that’s so fucking general. Everyone wants that. Or everyone says they do. It’s stupid. What’s the point anyway? No one’s going to say you’re mean after. Like what, we’re gathered here today to commemorate this awful fucking bitch? Nobody would say that about you.”

“I feel like you’re not done.”

“Even though it’s exactly what you are.”

“Shut uuup.”

“Anyway, it’s easy for you. You have people. Like lots. And family and shit.”

“So do you.”

“Not really. You know what they’re like.”

“Well, yeah, but-“

“But nothing. They’ll care. They’ll make the right noises. But then poof. That’s it. They already bought a place in Miami, did I tell you? For when they don’t have to spend winters here anymore.”

“Are you kidding.”

“It’s fine. It makes sense. You know. It’ll be good for Zach, he hates the winter here. He gets all seasonal affective disorder and shit.”

“Fuck that, he can buy a fucking SAD lamp. They don’t have to buy a house already.”

“It’s a condo. Like in an apartment building.”

“Whatever.”

“Look, don’t worry about it, it’s just how they are.”

“Insensitive morons? Assholes?”

“…”

“Sorry.”

“Nah, that’s pretty accurate.”

“Well, still, it’s not my place to-“

“As if you ever cared about shit like that. Gimme a break.”

“…”

“…”

“…”

“…”

“So anyway…”

“Yeah.”

“Want me to turn the TV on? See if Powerpuff Girls is on or something?”

“Yeah, sure, why not.”

“Cool. Want some water? I’ll go get some.”

“Yeah, sure. Thanks.”

“No problem.”

“Hey-“

“Yeah?”

“Nothing.”