Please don't wind up like Becky. Don't wind up dead. Stay alive. Forever. While everyone else dies. Everyone you've ever loved will grow old and die, but you won't. You'll live a miserable existence of loneliness. No one will understand you. You'll be an abomination, living a life of complete solitude. But hey, at least you didn't snort marijuana and die, like Becky. RIP Becky.