Drinking till I'm dead
Good evening ladies and gentlemen. My name is Sirius Black and about twenty or so odd years from now last Thursday I'll have been shoved through some very nefarious drapery. To commemorate the event of my horrid demise by household curtains I'm holding a party. One which, when finished, may make you wish that you were dead. Fantastic foods and drinks for all. Below sixteen will have watered down drinks or pop. I'll be holding it in the tunnles as I ought to have at least a bit of the traditionalness of a proper death day party.