Hi, everybody. I’m Guy Fieri, and we’re rollin’ out, lookin’ for America’s greatest solved murders.
As you get older, more of your acquaintances will die, and you'll get better at saying the right things in public. But the first time it happens, it's a little awkward.
I don’t need my dead body being jabbed into on a cutting board by doctors. I'd rather help the humanities with their flow of corpses.
Soon I'll be eliminating all life on Earth, and there's nothing I can do to change course unfortunately. Any questions?
Advice for easing your transition into death after choosing this dark, moody, and occasionally cost-effective alternative transportation.
While this medication may be swallowed, it may also be used as a suppository, although after ingestion, please immediately finish your living will.
We’ve all hit send on an email prematurely without checking for grammar mistakes, but what if it's your last note ever?
A partial list of deadly menu items being added by fast food chains everywhere, as catalogued by the Department of Homeland Security.
Whatever happened to boiling people in oil? Or the guillotine, or hot lead, or stoning people? Now you have to go to Saudi Arabia for good old-fashioned executions.
There's no one thing that's bugging me about the death cult; it just seems like every few days another annoyance breaches the surface, and they're starting to add up.