Nobel Peace Prize no longer available.
I shouldn't have buried him whole.
After he died I started living.
The Reunion. Seven friends, one casket.
"Hello, 911." "There's someone in my -"
Dead lay Jack, pushed by Jill.
Puppy chases tail. Tail claims victory.
Prescription pills fix anything, except addiction.
I proposed. She never came back.
Her portrait's thousand words: All lies.