We should write epitaphs for each other.
“Here lies Frauenfelder, Mark.
He writes no more: the coffin’s dark.”
“Here that guy Brainspore rests eternal.
That’s just his urn. It’s NOT a urinal.”
“'Twas heart failure took down Rob Beschizza.
The safecracker’s bill was a wicked pissah.”
I’d do more, but there’s a meeting…
