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“Make sure my family gets my gold coin collection, I buried it under a giant W….”

Nigga Heil Hitler!

'It's all so tiresome'

I like to think the final moments of life come as a sweet relief.

Like when you’re a kid and you find out it’s a snow day so you just roll over deep into the blankets and go: “Oh fuck yea, take me, sweet unconsiocuness.” With eyes shut tightly, a shit eating grin, and a good stretch.

"Why are you unplugging all of those machines?"