This was between me and my aunt last month.
Me: I just watched Les Mis again.
Aunt: That sad movie?
M: Yep, that one. You saw it?
A: Yeah, everyone dies.
M: Not EVERYONE.
A: No, the girl lives, and so does Jean.
M: (Wondering if she means Prouvaire) Jean?
A: Yeah, the guy who stole the police guy's-
M: Uhh, no, Valjean died! (I should have let her continue. What would she have said?)
A: No, he lived.
M: He died. At the end.
A: No he didn't, at the end he met his wife.
M: HIS WIFE?
A: Who died from constipa-
M: Consumption, possibly, I'm not sure. She was just really sick. And you mean Fantine.
A: His wife.
M: No, she was a prostitute.
A: He had a prostitute?!
M: Dear lord... no, they weren't married, and Valjean died at the end.
A: No, I saw the movie the other day, he was fine.
M: HE DIED.
Then I show her the ending of the film, and this happens.
A: Oh, so he really was dead all along?
M: ... WHAT?
A: He died on the furniture mountain and then his wife-
M: A prostitute-
A: His prostitute was still there and they got married then>
M: Why would they get married THEN?
A: All the people there, and she's wearing the pretty dress-
A: But was he dead all along?
M: This is not the Matrix. Did you even see the whole movie?
A ... no. But I saw the musical. Once.
A: Two years ago.
Sorry for the long rant, I had to share this somewhere.
I change barricade boyfriends by the day.