Tim: How are you doing?
Jill: You won't believe what's going on here.
Tim: Well, let me guess. Your mom thinks you're sick as a dog, so she's waiting on you hand and foot.
Jill: Tim, I have to tell her the truth.
Tim: Now is not a good time.
Jill: Why?
Tim: If she finds out you lied, it'll cast a pall over the whole funeral.
Jill: [laughs] I'm so glad you're here.