What a miserable life: First you spend the bigger part of it being heir to the throne (heir, imagine: heir - the number of times must have been countless when you were running in circles, hands pressed on the ears, because you just couldn't stand it any longer: heir!), and then, when finally it's yours, you get a cancer diagnose. Now you're sitting there, surrounded by all the age-old bling-bling and an over-ambitious wife, always wondering whether she might not just have used you all the time, because actually, the drama queen before her was way more photogenic than that scarecrow, and, looking back on your life and musing what on earth you might have achieved, all you can come up with is something like: well, I always was for the environment, wasn't I?
What a crappy, crappy life! Quite honestly, I pity you.
