Medication

My friend fell down the stairs, he fell down the elevator shaft. It wouldn't be so bad if he weren't so freaking fat. What do you think about that? What should we do to improve the situation? Life is clean if you don't go under the knife. Living is easy if you don't have the nagging wife. Its clear that you need medication. Its clear you need a lobotomy. Its clear you need some excuse from beyond the grave: my zombie great-grandfather came with a pitchfork in his hand from the darkness of my closet to tell me what to do with my life.