Well, I'm dead. My husband Danny killed me. They say it was my heart but please. He took advantage of that and slowly offed me. He and Jamar needed a good story to get the AI producers to even consider their ugly faces and bad singing. But I'm happy dead. My husband smelled of old dirty socks and sour milk. His family and mine come from a long proud line of fundamental Christians who hate gays. Death isn't so bad except I can't pass through to the other side until my death is avenged and Danny has had his comeuppance.