"Mom... don't you feel you need to think ahead of what will
happen in the future? Why don't we make arrangements about
when... you know, when you pass on?"

John's mother didn't say anything, just sat there staring
ahead.

"I mean, Mom, like... how do you want to finally go? Do you
want to be buried? Cremated?"

There was yet another long pause. Then his mother looked up
and said, "Son, why don't you surprise me?"