My wife wanted to go to one of those “Make your own pottery” places for date night… that’s when the fight started… WHEN I DIE PLEASE BLAST MY REMAINS INTO OUTER SPACE IN THIS VESSEL. UNTIL THEN WE CAN PUT COOKIES AND STUFF IN HERE.
Why It’s Funny
The humor comes from the sudden, jarring jump from a mundane date night setup to a wildly dramatic, absurd existential crisis. It plays on the classic ‘that’s when the fight started’ trope, but replaces a typical argument with an overly intense and weirdly specific plan for a ceramic bowl.
