Rose, I promise if you die I will throw you the fanciest fuckin' funeral in the universe. Immediately before losing it in the most acrobatic way possible, of course. I'll even fling myself on your casket. All fancy funerals need that one dude or dudette flinging themselves dramatically on a casket.

[ dave will up the ante and drop his head to her shoulder. wow. cooking with fire NOW. ]

So, what's your professional take on our weird-ass hallucinations, havin' had one of your very own?