“Oh! Who lives in a pineapple under the sea SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS!”….is not the kind of cheery refrain one expects to observe as the emissions of one who is at the cusp of maturing into nothingness, but there you have it, I may feel like death but should I go, I shall go having rendered this refrain to all who care to hear it, as well as several who are less willing, but are in earshot.
My stomach has that feeling that stomachs render as a warning to one that the contents thereof are about to enter the realm from whence they were extracted for mastication’s sake.
I have thoroughly disinfected my hands and wish to do so for any and all surfaces that I can see, sadly, this is not possible.
Hopefully I will not die soon