My flashlight’s not working. I don’t know if the batteries are dead, but my mother-in-law sure as hell isn’t. When she dies, my love can live.

Love is the darkness that shines in our hearts. I bought you a flashlight. It’s broken, so you know I care.

game over.

The sun would be better than a flashlight, except it doesn’t work at night. It probably needs to recharge its batteries from running all day.