RIP Dimebag Darrell

RIP? Rest in peace? Rot in prison? Rape is passe?

There is so much wrong with this, which was plastered on the back of a Nissan POS. If you are Darrell, looking down from heaven, aren't you a little bit pissed off that this is the way that your friends have chosen to remember you? Really, you buy one dime bag, and that becomes your name for life.

And what about Nickelbag Nick, Eight Ball Eric, and Speedball Stan?

Yeah, you guys are great friends.

Darrell's Mom: "Oh, Billy, thank you for coming to Darrell's funeral. I am so happy that you agreed to be a pallbearer."

Billy: "You are so welcome."

Darrell's Mom: "So, what is that on your car, Billy? Dimebag Darrell? Whatever does that mean?"

Billy: "Oh, that? Well...um...Darrell was...um...called Dimebag because...he...always used to carry a pocketful of dimes. I mean, they were in a bag in his pocket."

Darrell's Mom: "Oh, I thought that it had something to do with the fact that he was always baked."

Your friend is dead. Show some respect.

A*******!