Sam: You're a little late, Norm. How come?
Norm: Vera dragged me down to the mortuary to arrange our funeral.
Sam: Ah, you thinking of dying, Norm?
Norm: No date circled yet, but you know Vera, she likes to plan ahead. Yeah, we're gonna get cremated.
Coach: No, kidding. What are you gonna do with the ashes?
Norm: Well, I wanted to throw them in her mother's face, but I think we're gonna have them scattered over the Adirondacks.