“I was serious. If you or one of your brothers don’t do something to deface my body at my funeral, I will have grossly overestimated the quality of our relationship.”
“I’m not going to take my socks off at your funeral and then stick them in your casket. That would just be gross.”
“That was only a suggestion, a jumping off point.”
“Okay, you know what? Here’s an idea. When you die I’m going to take a black Sharpie, walk up to your open casket and write BALLS across your forehead.”
“Promise?”
“Promise.”