My dad once told me: "If you want to make everyone happy don't be a leader - sell ice cream".

After his death, I quit my profession and started selling ice cream.

...this rich guy knocked me down with his car just because my so called ice-cream gave him diabetes. It was so fucking amazing watching myself be murdered for an offence I did not commit.

Oh yeah, so sell ice cream. Everybody will be happy with you.

After I died, I met my dad. And he was infuriated. He complained that he was just trying to be sarcastic, no, I was trying to be sarcastic, he said, he was trying to be sarcastic, but I was trying to be sarcastic...