Transcript (en)

They'll shit on you post-mortem. I saw you speaking at a funeral recently. Oh, God. Well, okay, so it wasn't a funeral. It was a celebration. Celebration. And, and... That's what he wanted. Dude, if you knew Oliver, you would understand. I know Oliver. He would want us to fucking flame him post-mortem. And I knew that. All of his friends knew that. Of course. His family knew it. They were pumped. We all talked about it. I know, I know. We're gonna shit on Oliver. Yes. And we all did. Yes. My two first jokes were brutal, though. I took one out from his thing. Yeah, then I added it. You took a bad one. I said, no, no, no, that was not gonna work. I did, I did. It was about Oliver's impact on the planet. Punchline being, for the people that are listening right now, like, it is asinine to decide you don't have time to have a better day. It is fucking idiotic, whether you're 60, 70, 80, or 90, to sit on your fucking couch and be like, I'm 68 years old, my life's over, I fucked it up, it's over, this fucking sucks. The fuck are you supposed to do with that? The fuck do you think, how do you think they show up the next day?