Say it isn't so.......

Sunday morning, "F.R.I.E.N.D.S" marathon on tv. She was leaning against him, he had his arms around her.

She: What would you do if I die?
He: *silence*
She: Tell... tell.... what would you do?
He: Are you trying to pick a fight with me by asking this unbelievably stupid question?
She: Are you trying to pick a fight by being unbelievably rude?
He: *keeps quiet & starts flipping the channels*
She: I was watching that....

She gets up and sits on a different couch, letting the distance tell what her voice isn't. That she is angry and irritated and she wants him to feel the same. Angry. Irritated. It isn't fair!

She: Will you marry someone else?
He: *silence*
She: Coz I don't mind you know... coz you should, move on.
He: *silence*
She: After a decent amount of mourning period...
He: *silence*
She: Will you tell her about me?
He: Who?
She: Your wife. Do you plan on telling her about me?
He: I'm not planning anything. Can you please stop this crap and listen to Chandler....
She: It is really your wish. You can..... like, not tell her as well.
He: *silence*
She : But you cannot use the names that I have picked for our kids. Though I won't be having any if I die.
He: *silence*

She waited till the end of the episode.... Rachel and Ross kissed, his ex was bald, the gang left the beach...

She: Will you miss me if I die?
He: *silence*
She: Tell na..... At least the fights? Or my terrible cooking? Hehehehe....
He: We haven't fought for the past 7 days. Is that too long a fight-free period?
She: Whoa... where is that coming from..?
He: You just died, married me off to somene else, have me have kids, warned me not to use the names that you have already picked for the kids that you think you are not going to have..... all in your imagination. What the hell is wrong with you?
She: *silence*
He: Match is starting.... lets watch this ok.

She: I might be dying. That's what's wrong with me. I don't have the courage to open the sealed report that I got from the oncologist today. I'm afraid of what I might find in there. I don't have the heart to tell you what my "hair treatment" appointments have really been. I wish I could just sit with you and watch "Friends" or a cricket match, carelessly, carefree. And not think about medical reports.
Most of all, I am scared to die. That is what's wrong with me.

He: What's wrong...? *frown*
She: Can I ask you something?
He: As long as it isn't your million dollar silly questions...! *laughs nervously*
She: What would you do if I die....?