At lunch, Sister-in-Law told Niece that she’d always love her, until the end of time.
“When’s that?” Niece asked.
I chimed in with the type of random comment for which I’m famous (or maybe infamous) in my family. “I’ve been watching Doctor Who – which is all about time – and the end of time is the year five billion and something.”
There was a slight pause while everyone gave that comment the merit that its gravitas deserved.
“Uncle Todd,” said Niece, quietly.
“No one’s laughing.”
Suddenly, everyone was laughing.