It was mid-morning and they were deep in conversation over coffee and doughnuts.
"Do you know it costs $500 for a plain wooden box?" said Mr. Serious.
"Ha! I've got some in my garage!" chucked Mr. Jovial.
What were they talking about? Not coffins, surely.
"Oh no, you can't just use any old box. They have to be a certain size. It's got to fit!" said Mr. Serious.
It? The body?
I then turned my attention to the menu, so they wouldn't see me so blatantly eavesdropping.
Oh-oh, they were talking about funerals.
".........and those urns! They're so expensive!!" continued Mr. Serious.
"A coffee can is good enough for me!" Mr. Jovial shot back.
Just at that moment I turned around to see a woman, reaching out to pick up a can of Tim Horton's coffee from the shelf.
She obviously had not heard this conversation.
Should I have enlightened her?