Summer of Fun

Martin: Man, every summer I think 'This is going to be the summer of fun' and then the summer goes by and I hardly did anything and mostly worked.
Me: Yeah, I know what you mean.
Martin: Oh well, I guess there is always next summer.
Me: (for some reason adding a morbid bit to the conversation) Well....until there isn't.
Martin: What, you think I'm going to wither away on you?
Me: Ha! Definitely not.
Martin: I'll do it just to prove you wrong.