you know, the one where you tell her that when she dies, you're going to turn her into a pair of fashionable earrings. She handled it well, but says she wants to be a belly-button ring for my sister. I explained that, as I never wear gemstones, most likely she'll be a rear-view mirror fob.
I've known about "life gems" for a while. But the subject of cremation came up--apparently, there's been a family of four under the secondary altar for ten years now. Then things got morbid.