Oh fucking hell. I give up. I GIVE UP, HEAR ME? Go right ahead, loot my best whiskeys and rums, take all my vodka, it's not like I invested a lot of money in this or anything, or like I was planning to, you know, let my friends that can actually digest this stuff drink themselves into an oblivion with it tonight.

It's yours. Whatever. If I'm going to finally meet my maker, I'm not going to fret the last remaining hours of my afterlife trying to protect some bottles of alcohol.