Here lies Dave, dead of drama overload. I place one lone smuppet at the foot of your grave in remembrance as I turn my back, trying in vain to keep in my sobs. Eventually I must be forcefully detained because my grief is just that great. If that isn't sorry, I don't know what is.
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I place one lone smuppet at the foot of your grave in remembrance as I turn my back, trying in vain to keep in my sobs.
Eventually I must be forcefully detained because my grief is just that great.
If that isn't sorry, I don't know what is.