Such a vivid memory in my head. I guarantee it will be a memory that gentle floats it way into my subconscious as I lay on my death bed. Gently like a butterfly. Then, like a million atomic bombs going off at once, Jim Carrey shoving his way out of a fake Rhinoceros’s pussy face first will blast across my neurons like the face of God glimpsing into my soul. Then I will flat line.

There are certainly worse ways to end.