Although the time of death is approaching me, I am not afraid of dying and going to Hell or (what would be considerably worse) going to the popularized version of Heaven. I expect death to be nothingness and, for removing me from all possible fears of death, I am thankful to atheism.
Goobermaster is shooting a wedding.
Sid is pouting 'cause he didn't get any tacos.
Luis requires lots of reassuring hugs and snuggles upon waking up. Unless the food bowl is full.
