Inevitable Demise Courtesy Grim Reaper

Since advent of *****sapiens objection overruled against immortality all across millenniums humans generated, amplified, and idly reverberated (Billy me) rebel yell, when finality 'twixt consciousness eternal existence doth die as well grievous news laudable hospice staff did tell us (meaning yours truly plus his deux darling siblings), I in addition to older and younger sister, thru passionate love making intercourse did propel seeds of life embarking upon parent trap role til sands of time did runneth out, and for whom (him) the death knell bell tolled, now funereal shroud covers dell. Born April 9th, 1929 - Hebrew ancestry papa never witnessed affection, whereby his father - a liberal Jew (mine paternal grandfather) purportedly gave nary a blues clue about welfare regarding youngest son christened Boyce Brandon Harris, who harbored quashed feelings glommed like figurative ague nsync with chowing down into his esophageal flue peristalsis allowing, enabling, and providing gurgling goo gull faintly sounding to (my lard) Doctor Seuss eerily similar to Horton hears a hoo after milk (deciduous) teeth gave way to papa's adult choppers (by George), whereby he could thoroughly chew heavily saturated high caloric ethnic cuisine (albeit American, Chinese, and eats of ethnic Jew), which high cholesterol comestibles probably contributed to congestive heart failure, now plaguing papa on his deathbed - loo zing his tenuous grip on life, where rigor mortis will find his body chilled courtesy cold storage queue. I feel sad today (September 29th, 2020) and inconsolably weep, cuz the man who helped beget me after coroner pronounces lovely bones lifeless heap immediate fate most likely cremated versus buried six feet deep despite absence of his presence cherished memories of his value, yours truly will keep plus recalling mine boyhood chuck of full of bliss particularly driving, fending, staving... off bogeyman or any other menacing creep.