Recently, I was watching a TV show on E! about this 19-year-old kid who visits famous people and “talks” to their dead loved ones. I don’t recall what it is called–not emotionally-invested that much to care. It’s interesting background noise when I am doing artwork, that’s all.

Pat happened to walk in as it was on, and started ripping on it. He totally does NOT believe in any of that stuff. I actually do, and started giving him examples of things I saw on the show.

He didn’t care…he pointed out how Houdini and his wife had a game plan to prove this is false. Houdini set up a “code word” with his wife–if he died first, and she went to someone who “communicated with the dead”, he would tell this person a code word they set up, and if the person said the code word, his wife would know he REALLY IS communicating with her from the afterlife.

So, of course, I had to have us set up a code word, so when Pat dies first (as he will), we can test this.

Fast forward a couple weeks. I randomly texted Pat in the middle of the day asking what the code word was, as I had already forgotten it.  He replied, and I told him it was too hard to remember, and changed it. Several days later, when Andy was home, we were (by “we”, I mean “I was”) telling Andy about this plan over dinner, and sharing with him the code word in case he ever wanted to try to communicate with us after we die.

Pat then told Andy, “Well, when Joyce tries this, I am so telling the ‘psychic’ the wrong word intentionally so it ends the conversation and I never have to talk to her again. If I use the right word, Joyce will be keep bugging me all the time, even after I am dead.”

That statement might have been followed by a fist bump between two jackasses.