Back to reality, incidents, warnings and other not so funny stuff

"What's going on inside that pretty head of yours?"

"Huh?" 

"You zoned out. What were you thinking about?" 

"Oh, just about some random stuff," I shrug and make myself comfortable in the lounge.

"Stuff but what stuff?" Viktor looks at me over his sunglasses as he lifts to a sitting position.

"Just... I thought about my funeral, to be honest," I purse my lips and look up to the clear sky.

"Uh, where's this coming from? If I knew any better, we are at the beach and far from death," he furrows his brows and takes off the black glasses.

"Haven't you thought about your funeral? When the day comes, have you ever wondered who will come? Why will those people come? Did they remember you with good or bad? Such stuff," I shrug. "I think my funeral will be attended by only one person. Two, if we count you."

"Where are