"I think I'm dying," Kate answers and she knows it's dramatic and given everything Thomas has told her about his past, maybe not the best choice of words, but she's never censored herself before and she's sure as hell not going to start on Thanksgiving. "I think I'm dying of a turkey induced illness with some pie related side effects. That's a thing, right? People who die when they eat too much Thanksgiving food and have to be buried, young and beautiful, while their friends and husband weep over their coffin?"

Not that she ever wants to get in a coffin again. Once, while paralyzed by that stupid dress, had been more than enough for her. When she dies now, she's totally making sure they cremate her.