Every night when we go to bed, whoever gets up and leaves the living room first gets to wish the other one “good luck with the lamps!”. As in, turning off the lights. I have no idea why it started but it’s been going on for years and years.
If we’re watching a TV show and the last episode of the night is ending the whole atmosphere changes, we get super tense and both start trying to get ready to go without the other noticing and then we’ll spring up and run for the door to be the one who doesn’t have to have good luck with the lamps. If we were lying snuggling together on the couch, we’ll literally wrestle to be first one up. I got him a custom printed mug with it on, and our first lamp is like our relationship mascot. It’s just a whole thing.
We are middle-aged marrieds.
I expect one day, hopefully far in the future, as one of us peacefully passes away while the other holds their hand and gazes tearfully into their eyes, regardless of which of us it is their last words will be “good luck with the lamps”.