Clyde Bruckman: You know, there are worse ways to go, but I can't think of a more undignified way than autoerotic asphyxiation.
Mulder: Why are you telling me that?
Clyde Bruckman: Look, forget I mentioned it. It's none of my business.--The X-Files: Clyde Bruckman's Final Repose I just thought that needed saying.
Well, we're tired and seem to have spent the last couple of days doing about five things at once. But the illustration went off to Borderlands (despite the melting of our email system), and all seems right with the world, give or take a coupla billion people. I spent my breakfast reading autopsy procedure and rates of decomposition, which is always a good start to the day.Scully: All right. So how do I die?(and hey, they followed that up, so you can't complain about that.)
Clyde Bruckman: You don't.