“And I’m supposed to care about what you want?” I nod. “I’d prefer that, yeah.” The corner of her mouth twitches. “It’s your funeral, then, Johnny. But don’t say that I didn’t warn you.” It takes everything in me not to fill the bar with another obnoxious whooping noise. I settle on a wide grin instead, making sure she can see how elated I am. “I never knew funerals could be so fucking exciting.”
