Mina & Jordi's Eternal Exit Emporium Chapter 1: The Last Supper (Plans) (Part 1/12) The Mexican spaghetti was getting cold, but Mina couldn't sit still. She paced around her dining room table like a caffeinated chihuahua, occasionally adjusting the placement of the napkins that nobody was using anyway. Her husband, Jeff, raised an eyebrow from his spot at the head of the table, while Jordi—bless his predictable soul—was already calculating the cost per serving of their meal in his head. "So," Mina announced, finally taking her seat with the dramatic flair of someone about to reveal state secrets, "I have an idea." Jordi looked up from his precisely portioned plate. "Please tell me it doesn't involve MLMs again. I'm still recovering from your essential oils phase." "Better." Mina grinned, the kind of smile that historically preceded either brilliance or disaster. "I want to start a funeral home." The silence that followed was so complete that even the spaghetti seemed to stop steaming. Jeff slowly set down his fork. Jordi blinked twice, then three times, as if his brain was buffering. "A funeral home," Jordi repeated slowly. "As in... dead people." "As in very lucrative dead people," Mina corrected, warming to her theme. Next: Mina explains the recession-proof death business... (Part 2/12)