Andre was full of crap
Quite literally. It's nasty to think about, but he probably had fifty pounds of semi-digested crap in his guts when he died.
It reminds me of the old joke about the giant guy who sauntered into a bar somewhere in the deep South.
Nobody knew him, but after lots of drinks and chicken wings, the man dropped dead on the bar floor.
The bar owner, Larry, lamented the fact he'd likely have to buy a casket for this huge fuck, which would surely cost a fortune. But one of the regular customers, Ted, managed to get the giant's wallet, open it and find Mr. Big's driver's license. To the confusion of everyone else, Ted started laughing hysterically.
After a minute or so of this, Larry became irritated and asked Ted what he found so damned funny.
Trying to contain himself, Ted showed Larry and the rest the giant's ID.
"See?!" Ted said, still laughing. "You ain't gotta worry about a bit casket. This big man is from Texas, so if we give him an enema, we can bury him in a shoebox."
