Originally Posted by MadProphetMargin
Lighten up, Francis.
Light as air. Just chuckling at the humor of yesteryear.
Kind of like seeing a friend walking around in parachute pants.
- I need Malcolm. You're too Martin. Know what they did to him, they killed him. . .
- Didn't they kill Malcolm too?
- No, no, no, they say that. But ain't nobody seen the body since the funeral.
- That's how funerals work.