before he can gamble he has to drink his wife's piss

What am I supposed to do now?

We had such good plans.

We were gonna get married, we were gonna have ****.

And now, now he's just gone.

You've gotta move on, Tabitha.

I know he wouldn't want to see you sitting here

moping over his death.

But I know him, and I do.

We've been friends since ************.

He'd want you to raise a glass, have a party.

You're hurting yourself.

Hell yeah I do.

He'd want you to get right back in the saddle again.

Saddle.

I'm so sorry.

I don't know if we should be doing this.

I mean, you're his best friend.

I love you, Shawn.

Oh God, just fuck me, Bert.

Just fuck me.

Oh, yes.

Oh, oh, yes.

Just fuck me.