Here is the conversation that my brother and I had after this guy left (via instant message).
Me: Sorry (I was gone), funeral salesman at the door. Um, REALLY, door to door funeral sales?
Greg: Does he know you have sick kids or something? "Hello, the word on the street is that you have sick kids. Today is your lucky day, we're having a half off sale!"
Me: Who SELLS funerals?
Greg: Um, death?
Me: Um, someone who is planning on killing you?
Me: "Hello, Ma'am. I'd like to talk to you about your impending death."
Greg: I would have been like, "You're older than I am. Have you planned yours?"
Me: Are death rates so slow that they need to sell the idea of dying? This IS a bad economy!
Greg: When Mandy and I got married the local funeral home sent us a brochure. Then a family tree book.
Me: Hopefully with a note that said, "Sorry we sent those in the wrong order!'
These little conversations get me through the day. Even if they are due to Funeral Salesmen.