“It’s very millennial. Even in death, we can’t get a house.” “How did you die?” Hayden asks. “Nudes,” the Spirit Box yelps. Hayden sets his pad on the floor. “Excuse me?” “Death by nudes,” I say. “Obviously.” “It could be noodles,” Hayden says. He flips his pad where he has written “Nudes” and then “Noods?” below it. “Yes, that is far more acceptable, thank you, Hayden.”
