So I died. So I don’t remember how I died. I’m dead, I’m in heaven. That sounds like a happy ending to me. So why does Linda care so much? I don’t.
I’ve been mooning around heaven for years waiting for my husband to turn up. He finally makes it, and he’s joined at the hip to a blonde tart who thinks clothes are ‘like, so lame’. I am not happy.
I’m madder than a roo with sunstroke. I know nothing. Leave me alone!
There’s something really weird going on here, and I want to know what, #### it.