I don't know what you are all talking about. I didn't die this past weekend. I died on a balmy July morning, in the year of our Lord 1862. I believe it was July 24th. The memory of that day is fuzzy at best, as I was terribly pre-occupied with all the dying I was doing.
So although I believe your well-wishing to be misplaced, I still say thank you for your good intentions.
Love,
Marty
P.S.-Long live Birch.