Aaron and Meta had been married for a good long time. They’d often joked about what their last words would be.
“Everyone,” said Aaron, “would say a final word, even if it was spoken months beforehand.”
Meta thought her last word should be the name of a flower. “Roses” perhaps, or “Tulips”. She’d always liked tulips.
Aaron thought perhaps something practical, like “watering can” or “surgical tweezers”.
As it turned out, Aaron went first. Meta was sad, of course, but she couldn’t help but smile every time she thought of his last utterance: “slogginditchintiggle”.