Sleeping in a tour bus and having take-out for breakfast, lunch and dinner. No one said this was going to be easy.
Maybe you’re not asking the right people.
I really don’t think you can let my mom out of the Underworld for a day, dad.
I’ve begged Uncle Hades and even he wouldn’t agree to it so yeah, it’s impossible.
Is it so bad that I’d rather talk about getting you gifts then about your demise?
Not at all but there’s nothing I want as a gift anyways. And whatever I do want is kinda impossible.
Because it’s sad, m’dear.
There’s a lot of sad things in this world. You just have to learn how to deal with it. Not easy, but not difficult.
I’m choosing not to think about it, for your sake.
I’m already fine with it. I know it’s going to happen so why try to fight it or not talk about it.
Don’t remind me.
It’s a fact, you’ll be reminded at some point.
Yes, but I still feel old sometimes. Especially when my children get old.
Because we’ll die at some point and you’ll still keep on living.
Now you’re making mefeel old.
Dad, how many times do I have to remind you that you’re three thousand years old because you may as well just get it tattooed to remind yourself.
So we’re both old.
This is not good at all.