Cancer is a cruel and devastating disease that NOBODY deserves. Slowly dying from a disease that kills you from the inside out is probably the scariest thing a person can endure. The saddest part is that it can happen to literally anyone for no reason and for no fault of their own. UNLIKE CANCER, HOWEVER, drinking yourself to death is a completely avoidable fate, NICKY. And it's one that is entirely fitting for your impulsive, demonic ass.
Not too long ago, I lost a family member to alcoholism. In this case, nobody knew until he was in the hospital on his deathbed. The seizures, the vomiting, the swelling and agony as one's liver and kidneys slowly fail is a horrifying thing to witness. It's truly a hellish way to go, and there's almost noone I'd wish it on. But after celebrating SOMEONE'S FUCKING PANCREATIC CANCER OF ALL THINGS, I can't think of a more deserving fate for you, Nick.
I for one look forward to nick's own alcoholic, drug-induced liver and kidney failures, seizing and writhing in agony in his own self-induced deathbed. Fuck you, Nick. I have absolutely zero pity for you after celebrating something so monstrous for such a petty fucking reason. I hope you suffer when your organs finally give out from your constant substance abuse. You deserve it, you utterly worthless faggot.
