If you die before we get the Immortality Ray perfected we will resurrect you with science and make you buy more clothes. The stupidity of the clothes of the future is going to really astound you. NO ONE ESCAPES.
I'm convinced that everything he posts anymore is some variant of something I posted for him in the distant past. But it keeps him somewhat busy. He doesn't remember the asylum, but he gets on Facebook from time to time and actually posts something on his own. That always surprises me a bit. So I copied it over here for him just in case.
I hug him every day when I leave and say, "Poor old man," and he giggles. My dad's a funny guy.