Call the ambulance, I’m about to have a heart attack! I’ve had way too much fun and I’m paying the price. Now the last thing I’ll see are those flashing blue lights. Tell my son and my wife that I love them. I’m done and I will wait for them in heaven. I can’t breathe, I’m sweating like a pig, my arm is numb, I have all of the symptoms.

Dad is going to a better place now.

Is that you God? You look great.

To all my friends, remember the good times.

Oh lord, I’m in pain.

If I would only have a second chance I would do things differently. No fast food for me, only broccoli-smoothies and organic peas.

I’d go to church two times a week and dedicate my life to charity. I’d be a better person, fuck this rock n roll shit! Find the meaning of life, try some yoga and CrossFit.

I wasn’t dying after all.

They say I’m fine, it was just a little panic attack.

He wasn’t dying after all.

Don’t lock the door, I’m coming home!

Let’s celebrate and order some takeaway, do some shots and forget about this incident.