A little preface to this: Our party has returned to our wizards hometown to discover her brother is insanely sick and infected with a supernatural curse and his death is imminent / it’s dangerous to be near him. They’ve returned to an inn and I ask what they want to do for the rest of the night.
Wizard (OOC): I want to go see my brother again.
DM: Wait, what?
Wizard: I want to see my brother again, we made a pact.
DM: Ok, what was the pact?
Wizard: We promised that if one of us dies the other has to put a blunt in our mouth so we look sick as fuck.
DM: I…ok, but you’ll have to roll for it.
She succeeded her rolls and her brother looked sick as fuck when he died.