Peter: When I die, I want my body to be donated to science.
Olivia: When I die, I want a Viking funeral.
Peter: …what?
Olivia: You know, put me in a coffin, then put that coffin on a raft, then just light that shit on fire, son.
Peter: You’re serious, aren’t you?
Olivia: Which part of me does not look like a Nordic berserker? Put some Kevlar and guns and case files on there too, so I can keep solving crimes in Valhalla too.
