A writer friend recently asked the party-game question of Fuck, Marry, Kill:
His answer: Homer (post-blind), Dorothy Parker, Oscar Wilde.
Mine: Sadly (strangely?), Scott Fitzgerald for all three. Most likely in that order. However, I must make clear that killing him wouldn't entail murder. I just think that, given his heart trouble, being married to me would probably kill him.
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