A phillipsimpson6 writes: Dear Saddam: Although you are dead may you soon get better, so you can be dead all over again. There is no heaven for you matey, just eternal decomposition. Yours, The mother of all Englishmen.

Thank you for your words of hope, Mr. Simpson. Eternal decomposition, though a dead end job, will still leave me in good company with the likes of Beethoven, Mozart, and Bach.

By the way, are you related to Homer?