Cooked to deaaaaaaath!

Here lies Masozi. Friend, Back-scratcher, Badge-Winning Chef. Always one to relish life, she was not known to wine. I remember she would listen patiently to my half-baked plans, but remained cool as a cucumber, and was always willing to help me out of a jam. She helped me learn from my misteaks, and always delivered.

That is the wurst eulogy.

I love how my Butler is just kind of looking at this like. "Da fuck?"