When I die I promise to haunt all my surviving enemies, may they be few if any at that point, because I hope to outlive them all. But if any of them are left I'll keep them awake at night with weird noises. I'll whisper words in their ears while they sleep to encourage feelings of low self-esteem when they awake. Actually, I'll never let them sleep. I'll kick them out of bed just as they're falling into deep slumber. Or maybe I'll just let them be. Enemies are such a responsibility, and eat up so much time. Perhaps I'll just travel, which I didn't really enjoy much while alive. I'll travel, eat fish, listen to rap music and bluegrass, read a lot of trade association magazines, have numerous root canals, and settle down somewhere in Ohio.
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