[[BoxJam and Ms. BoxJam sitting; Ms. BoxJam is reading]]
BoxJam: One day, when we're dead, we'll be buried side by side somewhere.
BoxJam: I find it oddly soothing to think that, as our bodies decay, they'll be TOGETHER. After all, decay is a step toward new life.
BoxJam: We might grow together into some flowers, or a beautiful tree!
Ms. BoxJam: When you die, they replace your blood wth enbalming fluid and put your coffin in a sealed concrete vault. Your corpse won't become plant food before the sun explodes.
BoxJam: If your teaching career falls through, you could always become a grief counselor.