Once when we were kids, my sister kept telling me that I was, in fact, dead, and was a dumb-ass ghost who didn’t realize he was dead. My mother, rolling her eyes, told me to tell her that she was a liar, and several minutes later I came back crying even harder because my sister then told me that she would kill herself so that she could become a spirit and then murder me in the ghost world, and started chasing me with a kitchen knife. This was one of our nice fights.
