Death

Ok, so getting stabbed was probably the worst thing that could have ever happened to me. I was just hiding out minding my own business until I heard the queen scream so I decided to do something. Well, obviously Hamlet decided to do something too and it was stab that stupid knife through the curtain. I look back on that moment and think to myself, why did I say I was slain? Everybody already knew I was. It wasn't like I was goint to surprise anyone. Not many people who are stabbed directly through the chest walk away from that. So now I'm just chilling here in heaven (surprisingly). I met Jesus. Turns out his last name is Chong. He has no idea where people are getting Christ from.