Apropos of Nothing

by Woody Allen

The type of thing Lincoln was murdered in only not as well placed as his

The catch here is that all the people discussing the legacy and how great the artist’s work is are alive and are ordering pastrami, and the artist is somewhere in an urn or underground in Queens.

Two nicer people you couldn’t meet, and with so many more I could think of who would have instantly made the world a better place if they showed up

somewhere DOA, these two lovely, undeserving people buy it.