The sweet young ingenue, the perfect wife, the pretty doll, the wise-cracking anything! June Allyson, dammit, is dead. I could name a few politicians that I'd trade six of at a time for her! But she died the other day, anyway. Life gives none of us much of a chance to get out of here alive. If there's a heaven, though, I'm sure she went, but that may not help me. Droll words of wisdom from the bottom of the barrel.
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Abandon hope, all ye who enter here! (At least put on your socks and pants.)