Conversations with hubby

While driving home after a nice family day at the musuem and then a little shopping at REI, Jas and I discussed death and body burials. We didn't just nonchalantly began discussing burials. A news brief on 'Whose body do you have in that urn?' brought on the discussion.

"Burying bodies underground so they can rot creeps me out."
"I want to be cremated. Mostly so I don't take up space. And really, does it matter who is in the urn? How would you know anyway?"
"Where do you want your remains?"
"I'm taking yours to the Maldives. You should take mine there too."
"I'm going to leave you in that father rapin' mother stabbin' Dairy Queen we stopped at in West Virginia."
"I don't even like ice cream."
"I know. That's why I'm leaving you in the urinal."

Okay, can you guess which part of the conversation is mine?