But hey, we all die alone and will no doubt be forgotten (except for that time you pooped your pants at that baseball game and were on the Jumbotron while all the people around you held their noses and tried to wave away the smell.

Of all the wonderful, humorous observations in this article, this one — a celestial example of potty humor— elicited a serious quake of guffaws and one or two aftershock giggles

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