Primo: There are all these boxes of papers. And there are my mom and dad's ashes, of course.
Primo: I can't mail them - there are all kinds of rules. I don't know if they will fit into my checked bags.
Me: But - you're not going to bring them here, are you?
Primo: Why not?
Me: Because it's macabre.
Primo: Lots of people keep ashes in their homes.
Me: Not me. That is not what I would like.
Primo: Lots of people do it.
Me: Your parents moved from up north to Florida specifically to get away from the winter. Do you really think they want to spend winters in our house? It's freezing in here. Plus do you really think they want to be around me?
Primo: Don't you want to be around them? We can put them on the kitchen counter.
Me: Or in the bedroom!
Primo: On your side!
Me: A shrine. We can make a shrine with the ashes and a dildo.
Primo: And the naked photo. Too bad I've already shredded it.
Me: We have the photo they gave us for Christmas a few years ago. The one they gave us when they gave you the cast-iron cat. We could use that one.