Jill: Now, let me see. Tim's tools... go to his brother Steve.
Tim: No. No, no! No! They don't go to Steve. Don't...
Jill: I thought you weren't participating.
Tim: I'm not participating. My tools are mine. They don't go with anybody. I want to be buried with them.
Jill: Oh, no. You're not being buried. I'm having you cremated.
Tim: No, you're not. Put me in some stupid urn up here on the bookcase? Forget about it.
Jill: No, I'm not gonna do that. I'm gonna put you in a mayonnaise jar behind the wing nuts.
Tim: Rinse it out before you pour me in it.