Dedicated to the fine gentlemen who frequent the comic book shop near my neighborhood, which is run purely because the owner has a lot of money and wanted a hobby, which is the same business. I walked in to see if I could find a good comic to take on my business trip (I didn't find one on my limited schedule... maybe because I was busy eavesdropping).
Owner: I picked up his ashes today.
Customer: You had him CREMATED?
Owner: Yeah. He wanted to bury him in the yard, but I just couldn't do that.
Customer: I have, like, four buried in my yard.
Owner: Yeah, but we have dogs. They would dig it up.
Customer: So sad.
Owner: Yeah. He was a good cat.
(long pause)
Customer: One of my co-workers died of a brain tumor yesterday.
Owner: Well, you totally trumped me.
Customer: I wasn't trying to trump you.
Owner: Well, you did. That's a lot sadder than my cat.
