There's your ninepence

Let us all take a moment to remember Salem MacGourley, who died on this day six years ago. He would have approved of the way he died: in a drunken stupor, pantsless, t-boned by the Oscar Meyer Wienermobile and then hit head-on by a Wonder Bread truck.

[Looking back, I'm quietly amazed at 1) everyone took it at face value and, yet, 2) no one seemed to blink an eye at my declaration that I was a pre-op transsexual waiting for an experimental uterine transplant. Either no one found it funny (which I refuse to accept, because I am fucking hilarious), or it was too subtle.]