Start: Hello everybody. I’m dead. How ar...

Start: Hello everybody. I’m dead. How are you? I’m glad I killed myself. I’m not recommending it for others, mind you-- no Dr. Kevorkian am I. But it’s worked out for me. Looking back, I don’t think I was ever supposed to have been born to begin with. Of course the idea that anything is “supposed to be” implies a master plan, and I don’t believe in that kind of thing.

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End: And I remember everything and find that nothing matters. And for a moment, for a moment that lasts forever, we become one person. And I forget, we forget, that we were ever alive. And everything makes perfect sense.

For full extended monologue, please refer to clips or the script edition cited here: Silver, Nicky, Pterodactyls, Dramatists Play Service, 1994, pp. 65-66.