[armand.kay]

I'm very very old, wearing long underwear and laying in a very grand and regal bedroom my sheets are silk and portraits of me and renaissance art decorates the walls. All of my young buff lovers and my family members are standing around me and I have just spent hours telling them exiting stories of my youth (including flash backs). I know it's nearly the end and I remember I need to tell them where I hid my riches. I begin to tell them but I notice that their faces light up when I say "I've hidden the money in..." So I choose to be petty and die mid sentence. Xx