this is a story of how I died.

this is my ghost speaking.

i'm afraid i have passed away.

on the fourteenth of december, at six thirty ante meridian in the eastern standard timezone while glued to the screen of a small-city theater with this lovely lady,

my heart stopped.

the awesomeness was too much for me.

awesomeness of what, you may ask?

well. there was quite a lot of this:

and this:

and this:

 and most definitely no small amount of this:

May I rest in peace.