When the rumbling started I sprinted down the hallway and made it to the bathroom just in time for the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse to stampede from my backside, laying waste to my home's septic system and my will to live.
Maybe you shouldn't take a word so well reserved for you and use it on others.
Madness string 44974
There is no rest when you are dead. Memory of a memory, you flicker and wane, vigilant to the end, until at last your flame goes cold.