Oh my god, no. Oh god.
Oh shit.
I can't . . . I can't. I just can't.
Oh, Heath, baby, no, you were supposed to get old with us.
There were, like, other things I was going to post today, but, uhh, you'll excuse me. I actually have to go cry now.
OhmygodFUCK.
Edit: O Hay Also-Amanda; I just turned on my phone and got your message, and it did make me laugh. I'm just . . . not really verbal just yet.