Tell me what to say & I'll not complain again. O woe are we. May the hairy mayonnaise of strangers spice up your fur-burgers. We were a couple in love, a couple of saints. Our saintly ways of helping those more unfortunate than nobody else on God's sea-leveled Earthen plane made us stronger (that and not bathing). The day had come to make & take a break from those who hated us (our creditors). I gathered up an armload of reeking clothes and hit the road to meet my destiny (and a coin laundromat). Will senile Paul McCartney make Whitney's mistake? Whitney Houston's singing-voice was gone but she kept going until a hotel's bath tub mercifully killed her.