Frank Sinatra was taking his child for a morning walk

- I'm going to die, the child said in a fat brittish accent.
An invisible angel took the hand of the child and led her towards a famous Superstar.
Would like to make burgers out of those legs ey?
- Now kiss! Daddy adds and shows a piece of candy. I feel like being nasty!




We better make the ending as happy as possible, Ladys and Gentlemen.

Therefor I add:

Bless that brittish accent. We just can't hear what they all just said. And everything suddenly became a blurr.