Flying, childbirth, Cheerios and Ouija Boards

I have a friend named Kristin. She's pretty and says funny things. This conversation is proof of that (well, it at least proves she's funny) and since I just flew back from California yesterday it seems like a fitting time to post it.

Kristin: flying hung over is the worst feeling in the world. i would guess that it rivals giving birth 

 me: after you pop out your first child i'll ask if that analogy is accurate 

 Kristin: ugh i dunno. we were uber hung over one time on the way back from dc, and i seriously thought i was about to see Jesus. 

 me: if you die while hungover there might be a detour on the way to see Jesus. maybe? i don't know how these things work. 

 Kristin: depends on your theology. i would guess that i'm probably going to die that way so i'll let you know how it goes 

 me: i'd appreciate that. if you die first i'll dig out a ouija board so you can fill me in. 

 Kristin: i'll re-arrange the leaves in your yard with a message

 or spell it out in your spaghetti-o's 

 me: i hate spaghetti-o's. not sure i'd eat them even to get a message from you post-mortem. can we use cheerios instead?

  Kristin: yes.

  cheerios might take longer, but we'll make it work 

 me: all in the name of theological research. 

 Kristin: i'm all for theological research.i'll contribute anyway my poor dead self can 

 me: for the record, i hope i don't find out the answer to the whole "what happens when you die hungover" question for a very long time. don't die soon. 

 Kristin: hahaha i'll do my best 

 me: deal.