(While standing in line at Pizza Pizza)
Boy: I've never understood the concept of the "Party Pizza". Aren't all pizzas purchased for some kind of party?
Me: Not funeral pizzas*.
Boy: A funeral is a kind of party, too, really.
Me: [Thinking about it for a moment] That's true. A party where the guest of honour is always late**.
Boy: BWAHAHAHAHAHA!
*not a real thing...as far as I know.
**'cause "late" is a polite euphemism for dead! SEE WHAT I DID THERE?
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