*What you don’t see is that I’m wearing a James Bond style parachute, which allows me to glide stylishly to a local bar, order a Vodka Martini (shaken not stirred), toast the Nubian beauty briefly taking care of my gold, before leaving to retrieve said gold; all whilst wearing a perfectly tailored tuxedo and driving off into the sunset in a mysteriously available Aston Martin*
It's interesting to hear what someone thinks just as they die...seeing how you are dead, oh so sad I'm all broken up about it, there was only one thing to do, pour another one out for you and say amen...