I'm also no longer worried about the early stages of my thinning hair. I mean damn I'm 122, I should be a cueball right now, buried in the earth with worms inching their way up and down my rib-cage (which tickles like I wouldn't believe and makes hilarious Xylaphone noises!).
Grave chiseler 1: Well Bessie finally died after being a widow from poor old Andy.
Grave chiseler 2: Yep! Kinda weird to call a cow-bride a widow but...whatever. What's amazing is the damn thing lived self-sufficiently for 24 years after Andy died! But, now its time to add her to the ol' grave-stone.
Grave chiseler 1: Yeah...oh, that's real nice work you doin' there. Real nice. Oh yeah, just like that.
Grave chiseler 2: Thanks! Its nice to be appreciated. You work so hard, you know. After college I was like "What am I gonna do with myself now?" Then it just dawned on me, to get my Master's in grave chiselin'! Best 3 years I ever spent.
Grave chiseler 1: You went to school? I just bought a hammer and a chisel.
Grave chiseler 2: ...really? Cause I have like 7 thousand dollars in student loans to pay back...
Grave chiseler 1: Umm...did you....did you just put the L after her name?
Grave chiseler 2: Yeah, Bessie Lyke - oh shit.
Grave chiseler 1: Oh man, if you screw this up, its your ass! The boss said any more mistakes and our chiselin' days are over!
Grave chiseler 2: No to worry my simpleton friend. In school they taught as a little trick for a situation as sticky as this one. (he chisels the period).
Grave chiseler 1: BA-ZING! You are a GENIUS! You rob the corpse while I get ready for some necrophili-action!