Gavin: Ryan, have you picked out your coffin?
Ryan: No! God no. I don’t want a coffin. I wanna be cremated. I don’t even care what happens to me. Burn me up.
Gavin: Have you picked out your pot?
Ryan: No. I don’t want a pot. Just get rid of me.
Gavin: Can I have you?
Ryan: I – I don’t care what happens.
Gavin: Put it in your will that I get you.
Jack: What would you do with Ryan’s ashes?
Gavin: I’d be like [Gavin noises] “It’s Ryan!”.
Ryan: I think it’s cute that you think you’re gonna outlive me.