I remember when you were fun, but I'm curious: Do You remember when that was? Did all the past humour and good nature get so utterly destroyed that you can't even reach deep inside yourself and find any small shred of joy and life, or does your smile and flat delivered comedy sometimes haunt you, like the memory of an old man's youthful days, running and fighting, moving easily and confidently, leaving you in tears as you feel the cold hand of death inching ever closer and feel your shaky legs no longer able to outrun it?