Marie: You sold half of our joint burial plot?
Frank: The people next door had an unexpected death. They were very upset. I got twice what I paid for it.
Marie: It wasn't yours to sell.
Frank: I sold my half of the plot.
Marie: How do you know it wasn't my half, Frank?
Frank: I always sleep on the left.
Marie: And when were you going to tell me about this?
Frank: I wasn't. I figured if you went first, you couldn't yell at me. And if I went first, yell all you want.
Marie: You have always wanted to leave me, haven't you?
Frank: Till death do us part, Marie. After that you're on your own.