Forgive me CMC, but I happened to land upon your Facebook page, and it became clear that a certain someone has met their end - and that you are happy about it.
If it is who I am thinking of, then I fully understand your reason for feeling this way. I know we should not really jump for joy when someone dies, but some people really do manage to earn themselves a reputation for being thoroughly despised. I am not ashamed to say that I was one of the people who partied when Margaret Thatcher finally died. Believe me, the Cava came out and I danced to the fine Glee rendition of the Wizard Of Oz staple! The invisible bastard sits on my shoulder too.
All I can suggest is that the makeup can at last come off for good. You don't need to hide anymore. You are free of the wretched specimen now. Pour something sparkling and dance your freedom. Here's to some long-awaited closure.
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