[ If a snort of laughter is bad, then Jesse’s full-bellied laugh must be worse on the scale of childishness. He fakes wiping a tear from his eye as he settles himself down at the kitchen table, coffee in hand. ]

Okay, credit where credit is due. You’re good at this. What’s a condom and a coffin got in common?

[ A pause as he swirls his coffee around in the mug. ]

They both hold stiffs—but one’s comin’, and the other is goin’.