I would never pay a dime to see Mr. Schiavo dead. But, at his sudden demise, I would gladly pay for a few kegs of beer in order that a crowd of people might thoroughly fertilize his grave.
What you said, and I'll gladly bring the BBQ, potato salad, pretzels and chips, for some extra *fertilizer* for the group.
Happy Blessed Easter, FReepers!
And I'll bring me dancin shoes and dance upon the grave.