Nope. That's it.
Hopeless.
Game over. All dead.
Die already, willya?
Nobody will listen to that crap anymore.
Time to visit the app store.
Let it be.
Live and let die.
Don't get your feelings hurt, just go away into the wilderness and wait for the wolves.
Pack your things and go.
Where do I sign onto the death certificate?
Is there any inheritance, or just a debt to pay off?
Is this blankety-blankin' funeral over yet? I've got a really hot date with a microprocessor.
On and on.....Man!.. will this eulogy ever end?
Whew, I thought he'd never go.
And he looked really nice in the coffin, didn't he?
The music was really stiff, too.
Well, he had a good run.
In lieu of flowers, memorials may be sent to Goldman-Sachs.
What's that noise on my FM signals?
Look at these cool tuner apps...