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[postits]

I Died In My Canon:
a support group and social club for those who should by all means be dead, but are stuck here instead.

I'll be leading the meetings. Every other Wednesday at the waffle house. Come for the food, stay for the talk of mortal wounds that should have killed you. And the food.

Have to do something with my time and help keep you kids in line. Grim reapers just aren't as useful in Babylon as one would imagine.

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[postits]

They aren't inflicting it on anyone, kid. I've been dead for over a hundred fucking years, figured I better impart a little of my wisdom. If you don't like it, get the fuck out.

[manydislikes]

Your wisdom. Right.

[postits]

Would you like to argue it?

[manydislikes]

Living a little longer doesn't make you any wiser, gramps.

[postits]

I'm a pacifist. I have been since my death.

But that can be amended.

[manydislikes]

That doesn't surprise me; most weak-minded sentimental cowards are pacifists.

[postits]

Your ignorance is alarming as well as painful.

[manydislikes]

Your touchy-feely bullshit makes me sick to my stomach.

I've put up with too much shit from old geezers without any perspective already. Have fun sobbing with the rest of the dead.

[postits]

And your pseudo-apathetic macho arrogance bullshit makes me sick to my stomach. My, the things we have in common!

Fuck off and die again, kid.

[manydislikes]

I can't do that. Unlike the rest of you worthless wastes of space, I have something I have to do.

[postits]

We all have something we have to do, asshole. This is my something. You're going to have to get the fuck over it.