Mike: Hey, what's going on?
Frankie: Oh, it was Aunt Edie, she called to tell me my Great-Uncle Mac died.
Mike: Oh, honey, I'm sorry.
Frankie: Yeah. He was 91. You know, I hadn't seen him that much lately, but when I was little, every time we visited him, he'd give us a slice of bologna. [both chuckle] He was Aunt Edie's favorite brother. She's pretty upset.
Mike: Oh, jeez.
Frankie: They're shipping him back for the funeral. It's gonna be Saturday.
Mike: Saturday, huh? This Saturday?