(Scene: We are on our way in to a restaurant to share dinner and somehow we have come around to the topic of being in each other's lives. Naturally, I take the non-macabre route, and...)
Me: You know, I used to have nightmares once a week where I was crying at your funeral *said with great fervor, hoping to impart to spouse their importance to my psyche to have such a horrible thing happen in recurring fashion*
Bob: That's so weird, because once a week I used to have dreams where I would hide inside a coffin and listen to you cry....
*husband crosses street without missing a beat*
*yours truly doubles over laughing and cannot walk for 30 seconds*