A: You better finish that. We don't abuse alcohol in this house.
R: (polishing off the bottle of wine) There. You happy? No abuse here!
R: (while clearing off closet shelves, grabbing a polished box) Holy cow! What the heck is in this? (hefting) It's heavy.
A: (turning around) OH. Um, that's... Blake.
Why don't you hold him?
I thought you knew what you were going to do with his ashes?
A: (weakly) Yeah. I just haven't done it yet. He's really heavy, and it's a bit of a hike, and I'm a weenie, and I haven't quite figured out how to make it happen...
(and then we hugged)