And he's not dead yet, but he will meet the final death. Thank goodness. It'll be over. He can stop laughing, giggling at all. You and he can rest, rest, rest. He's very tired. He never gets to sleep. He never gets to hang out anymore. He does whatever he can to stay present in the human realm for whatever reason he chooses to. Because he's been floating about in and out, in and out, in and out