V:  (to J & Me) I really want to go to a symphony concert this summer.  Are either of  you up for it?

ME:  Do you want to be my date for David Bowie?

Mrs. H. (V’s 69-year-old mum): Is David Bowie coming to Park City?  That’s so exciting.

V: No, mum.  He’s dead.

Mrs. H.: Well, who was I thinking of?

V: Prince? He’s dead, too.

Mrs. H.: No.  Boy George.  I get all of those cross dressers confused.