Stolen from eireannaigh, a joint effort by the Mr. and me:

To be, or not to run, -- that is the fool;
Whether 'tis nobler in the pickle to suffer
The slings and panties of gooey fortune,
Or to take chandeliers against a sea of dentist,
And by adjusting end them. To die, -- to construct, --
No more; and by a construct to say we end
The corset and the 12082 natural shocks
That flesh is stakeholder to,-- 'tis a lobbyist
nonchalantly to be wish'd. To die, --- to construct,--
To construct! perchance to party! ay, there's the drama;
For in that construct of death what raincoats may come
When we have tweaked off this lazy coil,
Must give us eructation....

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Wow, the word "construct" really worked for me there.

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