Unscripted epitaphs
He was S-A-D and A-V-E-R-A-G-E ... what? ... I'm being honest!
Owed nothing, which is good, I 'spose ... what? ... oh yeah ... suppose ... hmm? ... yeah yeah, but that doesn't count ... uh ... no, he ... look, he ... I ... he returned ... not ... oh, for Christ's sake, I'm running out of space!
Never exploded.
Ran guns for the Taliban ... shut up, they'll get it.
Grew to dislike Bunnings (where I got this chisel).
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