To spend eternity in the company of pumkina** so he can kiss his a** 24/7. Heaven? Could be.
Another one bites the dust. Another one bites the dust. Another one and another one and another one and another one etcetera and so forth ad infinitum! At the end when the pumpkina** is an asterisk in history books how many will he have TAKEN DOWN AND DROWNED WITH HIM? Hundreds thousands millions? Infamous jacka**. May he never rest in peace wherever he ends up. Hope it's way hotter than he likes. No golf course there or twitter. Or food. Or FAUX NEWS. What will he do with himself by himself? No audience to cheer him on. No one loves him. No one likes him. No one can possibly tolerate him. No worries. There are many no ones there with him.