"Ginger Snaps: Memories"
2. Funeral Plans (Funeral of Already Dead Things)
"Which dress will you be wearing?"
"I don't know. Which would be the best?"
"I don't think there's a standard for that. You can wear anything you like."
"I don't have much to wear, though."
"We'll find something. Don't you still have that God-awful black dress?"
"The one from Christmas?"
"Yeah."
"I don't think it's any good."
"Why wouldn't it be? Damn it, B, stop bringing me down on this!"
"Besides, I think we shouldn't match our hair color directly."
"So you'll take a red dress, then?"
"And you should take a black one."
"Works, I guess. Shoes?"
"Heels?"
"Why would we wear heels?"
"You've seen the way it goes. Dresses are matched with heels."
"I don't see any need to wear heels. Or dresses, but looking pretty has to have some precedent."
"I guess... so that leaves...
"Coffins."
"I'm pretty sure we get no say in that."
"Not if we reserve it in advance. Unless you wanna get cremated, but that doesn't work so well. It's better to decay than burn out."
"It's easy for you to say..."
"Now what's that supposed to mean?"
"It's the thought of my body lying in the coffin... maybe aware that I'm dead, it's not..."
"Maybe being cremated hurts too. You'll feel your body lessen and lessen and lessen until there's nothing left."
"Thanks."
"Just sayin'."
"Coffins it is, then. I don't know. I don't think it's very important. Not as much as the burial site."
"Is there somewhere in this dead-end town of dead-ends that you wanna be buried in, that I don't know about?"
"In the woods, maybe?"
"Out of town, you mean?"
"I could be both out by sixteen and dead in the scene."
"We'll be pretty DOA on the whole, B."
"That just leaves one thing."
"Which is?"
"How will we do it?"