Z: Ackerman’s dad passed away. Shits crazy!
L: That sucks. Knew he was really sick.
Z: Yeah, I feel so bad. His sister is my age.
L: I know. His dad must’ve been about my age, right?
Z: Don’t die please!
L: Not intending on it anytime soon. Would like to be a very old man so you guys can change my dirty diapers.
Z: I’d be happy to.
L: That’s what you say now. BTW, I’m going for stupid sonogram in a few days. And will let you know if I’m dying or not.
Z: Sounds good.
L: What freaks you out most about death? And, in particular, mine?
Z: Mostly not having someone to go to when I have problems or any type of questions, especially the person I’ve gone to for the past 20 years.
L: Won’t you miss my sense of humor?
Z: Yeah, but I’ll continue the legacy.
L: No doubt. Do you ever think about your own death? Most kids your age don’t.
Z: No. I think about my friends that have passed away and it makes me more inclined to make better decisions. Like driving-wise and drinking-and-driving-type of shit.
L: That’s interesting, that it actually made an impact.
Z: Yeah, one of my best friends choked on his own vomit and died freshman year. It was horrible.
L: I remember you telling me about it. I was just thinking: that new Kendrick Lamar song that we both love so much? It’s all about death!
Z: The whole hook is asking for a promise that you’ll sing about him when he’s gone.
L: Will you sing about me?
Z: You’re so gay.
L: What scares you the most about dying?
Z: I have big plans for the future so I can’t be taken off this earth too soon.
L: That’s an excellent answer and why I love you so much.
Z: I love you too.
L: And that’s the end of today’s story.