(background info : shikinluv is Muslim.)
My cousins are the greatest.
Faeeqah calls me up and the conversation goes something like this.
Iqah: Kin, I heard you're not going to school.
Me: Yes. I'm on four days medical leave.
Me: I have conjunctivitis.
Me: Sore eyes, Qah.
Iqah: Oh. So you're going to die in four days time?
Me: Yes. That's correct.
And so it goes on...
Iqah: You know, I think we should do something REALLY SPECIAL for your funeral.
Me: Like what?
Iqah: I don't know...something happy. *pause* I KNOW! We could ask my school's orchestra to come play at the cemetary while they're burying you. Play really happy songs.
Iqah: You now have three days and forty-five minutes more to live. Shake that butt!
Me: I think you should play Missy Elliott at my funeral.
Iqah: Everyone will be going "Lailahaillallah" and I'll go "Pass that dutch, pass that dutch, pass that dutch..." and then "ALHAMDULLILAH!"
Me: It's supposed to be "Inallilah"
Iqah: It's the 21st century, you know. MODERN TIMES!
Iqah: I'll be there with you know, band costumes and then the orchestra will play the Star Wars Theme and Lou Bega's Mambo Number Five.
Me: And you'll be in your cheerleading costume.
Me: *dies laughing*