Why don't you follow me down the brewery, I'll tie a bowling ball to my ankle, dive in a vat of beer, I'll leave this world the same way I entered my marriage. Dead Drunk!
That's because I don't love you like a son Bud
In the darkest realm of night, I've stared right in the face of hell and I've said "Peg, can't you get some sleep?"
You may notice that my house is tilting to one side. That's because Peggy's relatives are over there visiting. Six of them. Twelve if you count her mother