" I'll end up with a boatload of, I don't even know... chairs that'll remind me of my failure for years to come. Eventually I'll start conversing to the chairs because I'm so bitter and lonely, and before you know it, I'll start treating them as my children, and you'll start receiving Christmas cards from me and my family of chairs. I'll die surrounded by my chair children, and you'll have to transport them all to my funeral and set them up next to the grave, which is both sad and convenient because my human mourners, the few there might be, can sit on my kids.' -Kai "

― Briar Prescott , The Happy List (Better With You, #1)