I just know that Morrissey has a softer side than what he just presented to us and our advice-hound readers. I will not fail Morrissey. I will help him come to terms with the fact that some people are quite content to be alive.

Look, maybe he’s not so uncharitable to his fellow man after all:

Lord these words I beg of you

As I kneel down at my bed

Because soon I will be dead

Let’s face it soon I will be dead

And I just want to

I want to see the boy happy

With some hope in his pale eyes

Is that too much to ask?

Before I die

I have one final dream

For my own life I don’t care anything

There, see! He wants someone happy. He IS capable of it!

Oh. Wait. What’s that, speak up?

He was talking about a cat.

And I suppose that cat will rightfully eat him once he is dead. Carry on, Morrissey. Sorry to bother.