In certain circles, I just punched my one-way ticket to hell. All I can say is lighten up, man; I already acknowledged that I’d make a shitty Buddha.
I’ll be taking along some delicious candy cigarettes:
In my will I’ve requested that my body be buried with 4 cartons of candy Lucky Strikes and the spare keys to somebody’s Lincoln Continental. I don’t want to be caught short in the afterlife.