John died again.
- my friend Cristina: I think I'll sing the Beatles for the "concert"!
- me: Come together, right?
- Cristina: yes, but I'm not sure about it.
- me: WHY NOT! You're really good at singing it.
- Cristina: It's because I dreamed that John Lennon came in the room while I was singing and said "WHY? WHY?" and died again.
- me: OMG. Maybe you should stop before you could kill Paul for real.
