A yard in Upstate New York:

Mom: Joe Jackson doesn’t seem all that choked up about his son’s death.

Me: Yeah. Those silver wrap-arounds don’t really say ‘mourning’ to me.

Mom: Michael seemed pretty unhappy. That family seems terrible.

Me: True, but I don’t think Michael cares anymore.

Mom: That’s likely.

Me: Michael is long past all this. Michael is fondling the great big boy child in the sky.

Mom: You want more wine?

Me: Yes, please.

Mom: Well you can fill my glass when you go in, then.