A toast, courtesy of Leonard Cohen:

"Here's to the few who forgive what you do, and the fewer who don't even care."

The same song also gives us the greatest dying words I've ever heard.

"Try to go on. Take my books, take me gun. Remember, my son, how they lied."

Now all I need is a gun and a son, and I can die with dignity.

A toast, courtesy of Leonard Cohen:

"Here's to the few who forgive what you do, and the fewer who don't even care."

The same song also gives us the greatest dying words I've ever heard.

"Try to go on. Take my books, take me gun. Remember, my son, how they lied."

Now all I need is a gun and a son, and I can die with dignity.