I wish this was a real law. Stayed at the Omni Parker House in Boston recently which is allegedly haunted by the ghost of Charles Dickens because he lived there for like a year.

But he didn’t die there. I feel like his ghost has better places to be than the flat he shacked up in while visiting the States that one time.

Damn, didn’t know Elvis’s hair was that curly.

I mean if your favorite meal is a giant hoagie roll filled with peanutbutter, bacon, bananas and jelly and then deep fried it isn’t surprising that you might die on the toilet.