(above:  eulogy)

This burger will end your life.  The final word for ground beef in your pathetic flame-grilled existence.  In another life you will wake up as a stale sesame seed bun in a lethargic kitchen line at McDonald’s.  Do not be afraid of bleu cheese and leeks, however, do be afraid of leaking bleu cheese.  Sign your will, and kiss your ass good-bye.  You’re now 6-feet under in the burger shaped casket.