Whenever I need cheering - I reflect upon the lyrics of:

The worms crawl in

The worms crawl out

They eat your gizzards

And spit them out

OOOHHHHH, ooohhhhh, ooooohhhh,    ooohhhhhh

Where will we be in a hundred years from now?

We have most of eternity to pal around with Shakespeare and his morbid (rightfully so) Hamlet.

Why be morose, before you are a corpse?

Sincerely,

Gargoyle