A 29-year-old man died recently after falling into a tank of chocolate. It’s a tragic way to go, but at least his bizarre death provided a few snickers.
Poor guy. Talk about your death by chocolate.

A 29-year-old man died recently after falling into a tank of chocolate. It’s a tragic way to go, but at least his bizarre death provided a few snickers.
Poor guy. Talk about your death by chocolate.

When I die, I don’t care what people do with my body. Honestly, just sprinkle my ashes in a pile of dog shit. You can even put up a sign –
HERE LIES A PILE OF SHIT
(AND SOME DOG FECES)
I definitely want to avoid a tombstone, because I know my friends and family would be tempted to write something “funny” on there like, “You lose,” or, “It’s better this way,” or, “Dead Jew.”
I don’t think that last one’s funny either; I’m just telling you, that’s their sense of humor.
I always wanted to go to a wedding where I didn’t know anybody. Then, when the priest asks if anyone has a reason why these two should not be wed, I’d stand up and say, “Yes! I’m in love with the bride! The man she’s marrying brainwashed her into forgetting all about me and implanted new memories to make her think all of those good times were with him. Don’t let him fool you, sweetheart!”
Then I’d let some form of security haul me away.
Director: Matthew Manahan
Writer: Josh Lehrman