years in September. Sixty years... SON: He had a good life. MOTHER: I only wish he could have lived to see all of you together one last time. That was what he wanted – more than anything. SON: Don’t start that again...please! You know there’s no way Ellen and I are getting back together. MOTHER: How he wanted that. SON: (to audience) She means it’s what she wanted. All he wanted was to go on a cruise. In the end it was her constant nagging that killed him. FATHER: (Entering the room. He is in his 80s, small, grandfatherly.) Janet, have you got a little something for lunch? MOTHER: Lunch? You just ate breakfast. FATHER: That was four hours ago. MOTHER: I think if I let you, you’d eat all day. FATHER: A little something for lunch, Janet. That’s all I want. MOTHER: You don’t need any lunch. FATHER: (Forgetting about lunch.) You know, Janet, I’ve been thinking, it might be nice to go on a cruise – like the ones they advertise in the paper – to Bermuda. MOTHER: (Snickering) Bermuda? You want me to go on a cruise to Bermuda...with you? You can’t even remember to take your pills. How do you expect to go on a cruise?