Actual conversation had on the way back from hiking today:
ME: I think we should figure out where we are going to meet up if we both die.
EVAN: Why don’t we just meet at the house, that way I can haunt the shit out of you.
ME: (appalled face)
EVAN: No, it will be the best kind of haunting.
ME: Naw, I don’t want to put ourselves in a Beetlejuice situation.
EVAN: Well that’s easy, just don’t say Beetlejuice three times and we’re good.
ME: No seriously, what if people move into the house and they start messing with our vibe and we are stuck hanging out in the upstairs away from the fridge.
EVAN: That’s exactly when you would say Beetlejuice babe. That’s what he’s there for.
ME: I guess.
Yet another conversation where we couldn’t come up with a solution to an unrealistic problem that we made up.