If I ever decided to kill myself, I have figured out how I'm going to do it. I discovered an Italian restaurant the other day that would be the perfect place to "snuff it". I would happily go to the great beyond by sitting there and eating myself to death. The bad part is, I'm not even sure what I ate. It was called the "Chef's Special" and it may have been leftover cat food for all I know but it was awesome.
By the way, I'm pretty sure the guy making this great Italian food was from Puerto Rico and my waitress was Korean.