On one of our adventures, we basically destroyed the whole world, so we bailed on that reality and we came to this one, because in this one, the world wasn't destroyed and in this one, we were dead. So we came here, and we buried ourselves and we took their place. And every morning, I eat breakfast twenty yards away from my own rotting corpse. 
Nobody exists on purpose, nobody belongs anywhere, everybody's gonna die. Come watch TV?
Every existing thing is born without reason, prolongs itself out of weakness, and dies by chance.

Followers of Mark Kite 2