"Yes, we will certainly meet on the boulevard des Allongés, if nowhere else," someone said at lunch.
"Where is that?" I asked. I thought I was familiar with the great boulevards of Paris, but that was one I hadn't heard of.
Everyone laughed. "The boulevard des Allongés* is the cemetery," someone else said.
"Sooner or later, everyone goes there."
* Allongés means "those lying down"