You’re next

Two friends were talking. One asks the other why he wasn’t at his fellow’s wedding.

“I hate going to weddings”, he said. “When I was younger, my aunts were coming to me, catching my face and sayng:

“You’re next !”

“And it’s the same to me”, the other said. “But I got away from this when I told my aunts at the funerals that they were the next.”