Pretty When You Die
Bill is a sick man. A sick, sick man.
See:

In response to a letter mentioning how I had come upon several whole sections of a sculpture garden I had until then not suspected even existed:
“Speaking of excess did you hear about that guy in canada who climbed onto a bus and hacked the head off one of the passengers with a hunting knife? His whole fucking head, man! and he was waving its severed glory at the police that surrounded the bus! Now that my friend I hope to find a few more sections of in my garden.”
I can only assume he was referring to this bit of unpleasantness.
I will tell you a terrible joke.
Q- Why does Jesus get all the chicks?
Okay, so one of the things I want to do here is set up free email in the tradition of anti-social.com. Are you guys interested?