I'm not about to put up a silly skit and preach a 15-minute message on 'how to cope' to a multitude of people who are dying and going to hell. I tremble at the thought.
In order to crash the party and be a clown with your own skit, you had to be there for quite a while.
When you are 16 you are supposed to be doing cool things, like sneaking alcohol, not living in Disney World and doing skits about mice.
I got a fever, and the only prescription is more cowbell.