Hotel to die for: the Westin Peace.
When I die, please skip the embalming. I’m not one for empty formaldehydes. These are my final odours.
The worst way to be crucified? Die agonyly.
Although they are annoying, don’t swat away the pigeons. They might get depressed, and commit shoo-aside.
Falling asleep while diving can be fatal, aka snore killing.
Exhuming a corpse is rather updignified behaviour.
Putting down a mangy dog requires a lot a cur rage.
The boxer who turned priest found much glee in visiting his former ring opponents who were now old and sick, and administering a few last rights.
You could say a lot of well-meaning things about people who jump off of buildings, but at the end of the day most of them are splatted dudes.
People who drink suntan lotion aka suicide balmers.