How about: today his body is a barely-recognizable bloated, half-gone waterlogged mess, a mile under the ocean, scraping along on the bottom of the sea, being picked apart by crabs and fish. No virgins. No afterlife. No god. No hell. No martyrdom.
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"Have the clean racing people run any ads explaining that giving a horse a Starbucks and a chocolate poppyseed muffin for breakfast would likely result in a ten year suspension for the trainer?" - Dr. Andrew Roberts
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