SH: Laverne is whining.
Me: As usual.
SH: She's worried she won't get supper.
Me: I know. Because we forget to feed her all the time.
SH: It could happen.
Me: It could.
SH: She worries about it.
Me: Because it could happen.
SH: You worry about things. Things that might not even happen.
Me: Like financial destitution?
SH: Yes. And about my going on a business trip and not coming back.
Me: Well, not so much on a business trip.
SH: Why not?
Me: Because if you were killed on a business trip, the insurance would be really good.
SH: So it's not my death that bothers you, it's the prospect of being left penniless?
SH: At least if I died, you wouldn't have to listen to my freakouts any more.
Me: Or your whining.
SH: But you would still have Laverne for whining.