If I was dead, you could bang me all you want. Who cares? Dead body’s like a piece of trash. I mean, shove as much shit in there as you want. I won’t care. Fill me up with cream. Turn me into a cannoli. Make a stew out of my ass. What’s the big deal? Bang me, eat me, grind me up into little pieces, throw me in the river. Who gives a shit? You’re dead, you’re dead.

Oh shit, is my mic on?