Just because somebody's dead, you don't just stop liking them, for God's sake — especially if they were about a thousand times nicer than the people you know that're alive and all.
If you're supposed to sock somebody in the jaw, and you sort of feel like doing it, you should do it.
He was one of those bald guys that comb all their hair over from the side to cover up the baldness. I'd rather be bald than do that.
Boy, when you're dead, they really fix you up. I hope to hell when I do die somebody has sense enough to just dump me in the river or something.
Anything except sticking me in a goddam cemetery. People coming and putting a bunch of flowers on your stomach on Sunday, and all that crap.
Who wants flowers when you're dead?
Nobody.
If you had a million years to do it in, you couldn't rub out even half the"Fuck you" signs in the world. It is impossible.
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