I want to die thin (a work of fiction)

I want to lose weight to 52kg, she spoke up.. out of the blue.. So that people will have no trouble carrying my remains to the grave

(What??) You're not planning to die soon I hope.. and besides, you're not even overweight! I retorted

I am (overweight).. by 1 kg

My eyes rolled in their sockets. What is this ridiculousness? Why are we talking about dying anyways?

Daddy died young. I carry his DNA. I may die young too, she replied matter-of-factly

oookayyyy.. where do we go from here then? I want to cut short this uncomfortable conversation

I won't eat that much from now on, and no more oily food? almost doubting herself, because I KNOW her love for anything fried

Let's jog tomorrow morning, and no more talk about dying I decided with finality

She merely nodded, looking pensive. She has been thinking about this for some time already, I can tell.