There's too much reason in the world now. There's no room for an old man like me, full as I am with stories of trips to the moon, oceans of wine, and ladies, beautiful ladies! All everyone is concerned about anymore is Facts and Figures. So, I'm going to die now.
Of course, he did not, My Good Friend the Baron cheaated Death on numerous occasions, and this was of course one of them. In my grog-addled state, I thought it fitting to share the above with you all.