This is where the evening splits in half, Henry, love or death. Grab an end, pull hard, and make a wish.

We clutch our bellies and roll on the floor...When I say this, it should mean laughter,not poison.

I will come back from the dead for you.

What is a ghost? Something dead that seems to be alive. Something dead that doesn't know it's dead.

You will die in your sleep and leave everything unfinished. This is also speculation. I had obligations: hope, but hope negates the experience. I owe myself nothing. I cut off my head and threw it on the ground.