My brothers and Sisters,
You too, @Quetzal,
As I write this tears are flowing like a leaking faucet down my cheeks. I can barely control my trembling hands. I am sobbing. Sobbing like a teenage boy on prom night who has just discovered that his date's zipper has been glued shut by her all-too-doting father.
In short, I am writing to you from the Afterlife. Last night, I did something so foolish, so stupid, that I still can't explain what possessed me to do it.
I helped myself to a second serving of my deep-fried macaroni and cheese. Within the hour, the intestinal gasses had built up to the point there was no way they could be passed without an explosion of sufficient force and magnitude to bring my cottage down upon me. I expired within minutes, my last thought on earth being, "Who will advise poor @SalixIncendium on his fashion sense now?"
I feel a need to profoundly apologize to anyone and everyone on the Forum who I might have unjustly offended or harmed while I was alive. And also to the other two people who I didn't unjustly offend or harm, but thought about doing it. Please accept my apologies, all of you.
I have willed all my entire earthly valuables to @Terese, who has been like an insufferably annoying niece to me. She gets all four roles of toilet paper, my collection of antique condoms, and my Chinese-made Lucky Dragon's Tongue vibrator, which I had weaponized to be capable of taking down a reinforced concrete wall.
I apologize to @Debater Slayer for thinking I might get to use it on him someday.
Of my non-valuable possessions, I give all my artwork to @ADigitalArtist. And I apologize to her for the trauma it will surely cause.
Last, to the RF Library I give my copy of the Kama Sutra, the one I made corrections to in the margins. I confess now that I was only guessing.
Oh, and @Deidre, I owe you a special apology. It was I who glued together the pages of your copy of The Joy of Sex on your wedding night.
Your ex-comrade,
Sunstone
You too, @Quetzal,
As I write this tears are flowing like a leaking faucet down my cheeks. I can barely control my trembling hands. I am sobbing. Sobbing like a teenage boy on prom night who has just discovered that his date's zipper has been glued shut by her all-too-doting father.
In short, I am writing to you from the Afterlife. Last night, I did something so foolish, so stupid, that I still can't explain what possessed me to do it.
I helped myself to a second serving of my deep-fried macaroni and cheese. Within the hour, the intestinal gasses had built up to the point there was no way they could be passed without an explosion of sufficient force and magnitude to bring my cottage down upon me. I expired within minutes, my last thought on earth being, "Who will advise poor @SalixIncendium on his fashion sense now?"
I feel a need to profoundly apologize to anyone and everyone on the Forum who I might have unjustly offended or harmed while I was alive. And also to the other two people who I didn't unjustly offend or harm, but thought about doing it. Please accept my apologies, all of you.
I have willed all my entire earthly valuables to @Terese, who has been like an insufferably annoying niece to me. She gets all four roles of toilet paper, my collection of antique condoms, and my Chinese-made Lucky Dragon's Tongue vibrator, which I had weaponized to be capable of taking down a reinforced concrete wall.
I apologize to @Debater Slayer for thinking I might get to use it on him someday.
Of my non-valuable possessions, I give all my artwork to @ADigitalArtist. And I apologize to her for the trauma it will surely cause.
Last, to the RF Library I give my copy of the Kama Sutra, the one I made corrections to in the margins. I confess now that I was only guessing.
Oh, and @Deidre, I owe you a special apology. It was I who glued together the pages of your copy of The Joy of Sex on your wedding night.
Your ex-comrade,
Sunstone