Those were not "smiles" on my face but the fingers you hooked into my mouth as Benedict pressed my chest together to form what you two called a "titti bottom". I admit, it was a rather ample bosom.
Rest assured, there will be no tears shed upon your grave, but, rather, the greatest smile I have ever smiled as I relieve myself over the freshly packed dirt. I would do it at your wake, but I am certain the line for doing so will be impressive, and too long a wait for the bladder of this old man.
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