Partly because, well, the author's too bored on weekends to care. And there's not enough time to watch anime. So, yes, the author is bored. XD
"I wonder, what is the meaning of death?" Jirou said, sucking on a lollipop.
"…Aren't normal people supposed to ask what's the meaning of life, not the meaning of death?" Shishido asked, eyes never leaving his tennis magazine.
"But I already know the meaning of life!" Jirou protested.
"Candy and chocolate and teddy bears!! And BUN-CHAN!!!!"
"Leave him be," Oshitari said, who was currently helping Mukahi make hot chocolate. "He has his definition of life, and you have yours."
"And why are you defending him?" Shishido asked.
"Because we're in Atobe's kitchen, and Atobe told me to," Oshitari replied simply. Turning back to his work, he said, "Now, Gakuto, it says here we have to put in one cup of milk…"
Shishido shook his head. "The meaning of death is when people die and aren't alive anymore."
"And?" Jirou pressed on.
"And…it's when people aren't breathing and their body starts to decompose and then it becomes a whole mass of rotten skin and bones."
"It seems so sad!!" Jirou wailed. "Somebody should go to like, every single person's funeral! Just so people won't feel lonely!"
"You mean…every dead person's funeral, right?"
"Yeah! I mean, it's so sad that people die! It should be someone's job to go to every funeral in the world!"
"You know, that's like…impossible."
"Why not?" Jirou demanded.
"Well, you see, like, so many people die in the world, so there's like, multiple funerals in a day. And it's impossible to go around the world attending funerals; you'd have no time," Shishido explained.
"No Gakuto, one cup of milk, not two…"
"Then someone should create a faster airplane! So people can attend everyone's funeral!" Jirou suggested.
"Why would you even want to attend everyone's funeral?!"
"Because it's a nice thing to do!"
"WHAT THE FRICK?!?!?!?!" Mukahi cried out, slamming his hands on the kitchen table. "WHAT'S WRONG WITH THE CREATORS OF HOT CHOCOLATE?!"
Shishido let his magazine fall to the floor, his mouth agape. "Oh my gosh…he just questioned the logic of hot chocolate."
"THIS IS INSANITY! HOT CHOCOLATE'S SUPPOSED TO BE SWEET, NOT SALTY!"
"Well, yeah…there's sugar," Shishido said, not getting the point.
"THEY HAVE US PUT SALT IN THIS!!" Mukahi cried out.
"Gakuto, putting salt helps…" Oshitari tried explaining.
"IT'S FREAKING SALTY; IT'S GOING TO MAKE THE SUGAR EXPLODE!"
"…Has he ever tried making hot chocolate before?" Shishido asked Oshitari, totally ignoring Mukahi who was fuming.
"No, I don't think he has. I don't think he's made anything before," Oshitari answered.
"You know, I think they put salt in cakes too. At least, that's what I learned…somewhere."
"WHAT THE FRICK, THEY HAVE YOU PUT SALT IN CAKES?!" Mukahi cried out.
"Just a pinch…"
"BUT THAT'S LIKE, STUPID!"
"Gakuto, stop shouting," Oshitari reprimanded.
"I THINK MUKA-KUN SHOULD BE A FUNERALIST!" Jirou interpreted.
"A…funeralist?" Mukahi asked. "Wait, what's that?"
"It's when someone attends every single funeral!"
"And what if there's a mass murdering?!" Shishido asked. "You can't be expected to attend 600 funerals in one day."
"But mass murdering is sad!!" Jirou cried out.
"I want to sue the company who decided to put salt in sweet stuff!" Mukahi shouted out.
Shishido and Oshitari both shook their heads.