Somewhat of a religious experience.
Well Oney, my sexy gentleman friend, I was watching this, and frankly, I expected him to die. It was predictable. I was looking forward to it, but at the same time I couldn't help but sigh with the heavy burden of knowing what to expect. But then... I just...
As Fred began to die, listless and cold from the leaden shards that ripped through his cranium, my head began to rise. My ears perked and my mouth twitched... twitched into a hoping smile, a smile of the future! I found myself clenching my fists, muttering, murmuring, "Could this be? CAN this be?". And soon, the showers of his murderous head erupted into a shower of blood. And there stood, above the refuse, the Oney.
And as he shed his tear, knowing full well the enormity of what he had done, I stood, in a curious sort of... confusion. I furrowed my brow, gazing at the soulless creature that lay, almost serenely, upon the ground. And there you stood. Holding the Iron-clad key to a chain which has withheld freedoms that so many have striven to. The snow began to fall, and as it did, it brought with it a rebirth. A rebirth of what people find funny. And I found myself agape and bewildered. And then I began to laugh.
I laughed endlessly, watching the sun rise in the sky, the moon at night. I laughed through the streets of Paris, naked and bestial, as the city streets clapped my reprise through the damned city. And in this, many found themselves laughing, for all knew what had occurred here. The death of one tyrant may leave the taste of morbidity in one's pallet; but in death, life may fester from it's ashes.
Oh and I almost forgot COCK JOKE