You'd be surprised at what they are.
Someday, I want to read my obituary, and see what they say about me.
Hold it.
Alright, for the past few months, I've been reluctant to say anything about death, dying, suicide, or the like, in respect to anything, because someone called my house and told my parents I'd tried to kill myself thrice. Whoever you are, you are a JACKASS. Anyhow, I have a few month's worth of words balled up inside me, and I'd like to let them out right now.
DEATH DYING SUICIDE DEATH DYING SUICIDE DEATH DYING SUICIDE DEATH DYING SUICIDE DEATH DYING SUICIDE DEATH DYING SUICIDE DEATH DYING SUICIDE DEATH DYING SUICIDE