This Parrot Is Sketchy

(My grandmother died on April 9th, of natural causes. My grandfather then died on April 10th, the day after, also of natural causes. My family is clearing out their condo because we have only until the 30th to do so. The phone in their house starts ringing.)

Aunt: *picks up the phone* “Hello?”

Telemarketer: “I need to speak to [Grandmother] or [Grandfather].”

Aunt: “I’m sorry, but they’re deceased.”

Telemarketer: “I need to speak to one of them.”

Aunt: “You can’t; they’re both deceased.”

(This goes back and forth a couple of times, my aunt keeping her cool, which is surprising because she isn’t known for her tolerance of stupidity.)

Telemarketer: “I don’t think you understand; I need to talk to [Grandmother] or [Grandfather]!”

My Aunt: “No, you don’t understand! THEY’RE DECEASED! THEY’RE WITH GOD NOW! THEY BOUGHT THE FARM! THEY CROAKED! THEY DEPARTED! THEY’RE DEAD!”

Telemarketer: “…” *click*

My Aunt: “B**** hung up on me!”

(No sorry for your loss or anything!)