Of all the friggin ways to go. Death by citrus fruit. And here I was worried I'd die on the toilet with irritable bowel. (which by the way is all better since I started eating dried apricots) At least....it was better, till I got dead. Nobody dead poops. Could be considered a plus since there's so many of them what with smoking, drinking, and cell phone talking drivers and all.
I'm not totally hating the dead thing. It's got perks. I can walk thru walls. I can be anywhere in the blink of an eye. And I can move things. Some ghosts can't you know. I'm special that way. And I don't have to take showers, do my hair, or even bother to dress. Now that's some cool stuff right there.
