>out at dinner with me, my brother and parents
>reach lull in conversation
>brother tries to change subject
>"Did you know that if you ever lay eyes on a moose, you have a 50/50 chance of living or dying?"
>"My brother Billy once saw a moose hiking in Canada and he lived"
>her expression becomes sorrowful
>"Not for long, anyway"
>mom gets noticably feely, remembering that my uncle Billy died in a car crash
>dad puts arm around her
>moment of silence
>try to break the ice
>"Maybe the moose was driving the car?"
>dad gives me deathglare
>bro gives me deathglare
>mom starts crying