Ever the *bon vivant* & *gourmand* of insatiable *lustings* that we knew (and *nearly* could grow to love, if not for his *devilishly* inadvisable affair with all things *italicized*), J-10 tragically came to his demise whilst dining a little *too* long at the lovely K-10's favorite (stratospherically-priced!) *bistro* subsequent to his being positively *tempted* to audition just one more *deliciously* debauched, *wafer*-thin chocolate truffle (highly recommended), causing his audiophile butt to literally *explode* with wall-drooling results that simply *flabbergasted* all the West Village (ouff!), explainable by the utter *lack* of his usual bun-girdling Ribbon Chair at the moment of *critical* distress! R.I.P. Signed, M. Python.