two separate conversations my mother, my sister megan, and i had at dinner this evening:mom: let’s have this meal in honor of grandma. me: huh? mom: i think we should have this meal in honor of grandma. me: why would we do that? mom: well, that’s what i’d want if i died. i’d want everyone to go out for a nice dinner. me: but there’s nothing significant about this meal. it’s seafood. i think instead i’ll have rolled oats in her honor. megan: but she hated rolled oats. me: i know she did. i hate them, too. – me: do you guys wanna get dessert? megan: let’s have pecan pie. me: what? eww, no way. we should get something chocolate. megan: but i don’t want anything chocolate. i want pecan pie. mom: you know the best place to get pecan pie? [names place i can’t remember]. it’s really good. oh, it’s just to die for. megan: don’t say it’s to die for, mom. if you died, you wouldn’t be able to eat it. mom: i guess you’re right about that. – goodbye, grandma. here’s hoping that there’s no oatmeal in heaven.