BUT I MUST BE CRAZIER BECAUSE I CANT EVEN GET AN OBITUARY WRITTEN IN THIS SMALL HORRIBLE TOWN WHERE OLD WOMEN LIE AND YOUR STUPID PARROT ISNT MUTE BUT SUFFERS FROM TORRETTES AND MAYBE I SHOULD JUST KILL YOU AND WRITE YOUR OBITUARY BECAUSE YOURE OLD AND GONNA DIE ANYWAY AND IT WILL BE ALL SO WONDERFULLY POST MODERN DEATH BY OBITUARY WRITER BUT THE WAY MY LUCK IS GOING ID JUST GET CAUGHT SPREAD ME OPEN WHATS WRONG SWEETIE YOU DONT LIKE CARDS WHY CANT YOU HAVE A DEAD HUSBAND