There’s no way around that, really. Just that we’re odd. Example:
We have an automatic-cleaning cat litter box. This has got to be one of the best inventions in the world. We have had it for some time, and it lived in the utility room in our house before we moved. Now that it’s just down the hall, we hear it every time it goes into a cleaning cycle. It drives Bonnie nuts. She runs across the house to bat at the cleaning arm, and she’s in here highest state of alert during this event.
So, Stephen has taken to poking her in the back at this exact moment. She jumps so high that she does flips, apparently.
b: “Honey, that’s mean… But funny. Maybe I’ll make that your epitaph – ‘Mean but Funny.’ What would mine be?”
Stephen: “Hmm… How about ‘I told you I’d die first?'”
b: “Or, ‘Does this urn make me look fat?'”
We’re just a little bit twisted.