It looks like I've done one thing good with my life...
A wise man once told you "Losers are people who are so afraid of not winning, they don't even try." Not only did you try, but you performed your heart out. You're all winners in my book, it's about fucking time. There isn't much I could be proud of in my life, still my only regret is not being around to see the one good cause I've been part of. The way you came together as a family made me forget about that goddamned fucking chicken for a few minutes. Olive you can thank me later for the dance routine, and the rest of you do whatever or whoever the fuck you want. And if I can make one last request, do something a little fucking worthwhile with my dead body; skip the funeral. Use it as a halloween decoration for all I care, just try and make me proud one more time.