A lot of our writers, like Conan O'Brien, moved on to other things.

The world ends when I die. And as far as I'm concerned, the rest of the universe might as well call it a day too.

The next time you are contemplating a decision in which you are debating whether or not to go for the gusto, ask yourself this important question: "How long am I going to be dead?" With that perspective, you can now make a free, fearless choice to do just about any goddamned sneaky thing your devious little mind can think up. Go ahead. Have your fun. You're welcome. Go on. See you in hell.

Everybody is clever, just in their own ways

I'm a level 5 vegan, I don't eat anything that casts a shadow.

Families are about love overcoming emotional torture.

Being a good embalmer is a thankless job.