For the longest time Death had been Pierre's stalker, his unwanted companion, his shadow. But enough! Shed the lies, the filth, pick up your nose, juggle your balls. Make children laugh, inflate balloons, better the world. Every time you throw a ball into the air the weight on your back diminishes, you become who you were supposed to be all along.
An entertainer, a happy-people-maker, not a dark-memory-haver. Forget the past, live the present.
Juggle your balls. Honk your nose.