I want a eulogy.
"Mr. Turd was only man Enrico admired the tattoos of . . . never before had he seen a tattoo of Traci Lords which could -just by him sucking his stomach in and out- satisfy itself in a truly bizarre manner. At first it frightened Enrico, this is how he knew how fucking gorgeous it was - beauty always makes Enrico vomit.
Also . . . he invented a pizza for Enrico, which brings a tear to his glass eye. The Salazorian Sausage Special is still what Enrico eats as he sits down to look through old pictures of their days robbing Office Supply stores simply because they both hated Liquid Paper.
Enrico can't go on . . . is too much . . . is . . . is . . . is it just Enrico or is this corpse coming on to him?"