I'm going out with a bang. Me and Henry Kelly. Two dynamite dildos and a confused horse. My will shall read thusly:
Dear Readers
I am glad to put me out of your misery. May you all die, as i have, with the grace you were born. Good riddance to bad rubbish.
November 8th 2037................
Why couldn't it be in the summer, when there is no football on.
I must remember not to get a season ticket that year..........
Ok, so i'm dying...........better go out with a bang