Let's reboot the decade. Abandon hope all ye who press enter here - anon. I still want to be cast in acrylic like one of those paperweights with the butterflies in them. I wonder if I'd decompose. Most of them suck.
Children are like wine.
Most of them should be poured out and are only suitable for those without taste, and they age badly. Others are capable of fine things if stuck someplace dark, damp, and out of the way for several years. My mother will be late for her own funeral. And she won't be dead yet. Everywhere, people dying.