How a morbid conversation goes south

"You know, you're the baby. One day you'll be an orphan when we're all gone," mom said on the phone this morning. Uh. SHIT? I did the mental tally: mom, dad, sister. What happens when I'm the only one left? WTF.


In my head, I took comfort in the fact that those on dad's side of the family appear to live forever. So me and dad'll chill in our old age together. But then mom piped up:

"Well, you'll have your own family by then, so that'll help."

Ah. Thanks, mom. That makes me feel a little better. And then:

"Wait. Do you think you'll still be single when you're 70?"