I will die at age 117 from yet another std obtained from that skank Ellie Walker from the drug store. Having beaten the rap for murdering Aunt Bee 'cause she wouldn't ever stfu, and having nicely covered up the murder of Floyd the Barber (he caught me w/his daughter in a compromising position), it is ironic that a simple case of syphillis does me in.
At age 49 you will be attacked by a pack of escaped lap dogs in your neighborhood and never be seen again.