I sat next to a man upon whom a piano was falling. From the grave I got this letter: "Why didn't you tell me, you fucker!"
So I did a rewind and told him so he said, "Goddam libtard pussy motherfucker telling me how to live!"
After his second death he asked to try again. This time he moved over - but was still bitter.
"Think you're better than everyone else, don't you, asshole! Life's unfair!"
"You're forgetting one thing: nothing stopping you from looking up to see it falling for yourself."
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