I believe that once you die, you became a flavor of soup. Which flavor depends on how nice you were as a person. Great people who lived a morally agreeable life would be chicken noodle soup, always counted on to warm the souls of the downtrodden and the ill. People like Theren Gevel would be doomed to become leak soup, sitting uneaten and unloved in a can for fifty years, slowly rotting until they exploded into a smelly puddle of wet death.
OS: In a world of bon-bons, you are a twinkie.
Ahnk: God damn you, I am Count Chocula and you know it.
I'm not spending my anniversary night thumping my head against the wall. - Damalis, on Moderating TRF
Then tell him you want it harder, damnit! - Ahnk, on Damalis
