Maudlin
"When I die, no one will care."
"Don't be stupid."
"It's true. No one will bat even an eyelash. I, my love, am a nobody. When I die, the paper probably won't even waste space with an obituary. In fact, perhaps they won't even BURY my body. You'll probably just pop me in a Hefty and toss me out with the leftovers and old newspapers."
"Oh don't be maudlin, Ron."
"It's true. No one will even cry, I'll bet."
"I'll cry."
"In your entire life you have NEVER cried, of this I am certain."
"Well if you die--"
"--when, not if."
"Fine." A suffering sigh, "When you die, I will cease to go on."
"Who's being maudlin again?"
"You. Are you planning your death or something, Weasley?"
"No...it was just something I was thinking about."
"Well don't."
"Yes, Draco."