Indy: I told someone the other day that I can never leave you, because you will steal all my stories. [This came up in conversation organically, somehow. I can’t remember why.]
Spouse: That’s true.
Spouse: I will also steal your stories if you die first.
Indy: What?? I didn’t agree to that!
Spouse: So you better not die first.
Indy: OK. Wait, but I don’t want you to die first. No fair! [Scowls at Spouse. Leaves room.]