She got all the grace and I, well, I got five martinis and proof that I didn't drive him to do what he did. PROOF. Proof someone should have fucking given to me three years ago and maybe he'd still be here. Not like it matters now.
Bring on your rebirth, Sam. Show me that resurrection. Oh, but you can't.
Too bad.
Happy Easter. I'll be in the pantry with the chocolate if you need me.
