"It’s not dead. It’s resting."
That is an ex-parrot.
He has ceased to be.
He has expired and gone to meet his maker
He’s probably pining for the fjords
No, no… he’s stunned
when i find stretch marks on my thighs i make a point of smooching them because they’re just doing their best at keeping the all-powerful immortal Being within me from ripping my mortal shell asunder in a blaze of heavenly glory and eviscerating the cosmos in my divine wrath