The height of immodest self-flogging comes with todays rather morbid and silly prompt:

“Write your own eulogy.”

No. I won’t. My life hasn’t been written yet and even if it has, can you sum up something as incredible as a human life in words? So instead of it being long and flowery and really just so much verbal masturbation I will write this:

He was born, during his life he laughed and others laughed. He died. The End.

So you know, take your eulogy and masturbation and sit in the corner where you belong.