You miss the rush of being on stage. The attention. The flashing lights and the red carpet. Why aren’t people looking at you anymore? You go through periods of binge drinking and mixing Chinese food and pizza (Two for Tuesdays). But you find your need for adoration and over-inflated ego gradually decrease to healthy levels. You settle into a career as a high school drama teacher, and eventually, get married and have a family. You make a large impact on your small community, but dreams of making a difference in society as a whole slowly fade with your hairline. But you’ve found peace through meditation, psychedelic mushrooms, and copious amounts of medical marijuana. The weed is for your cancer. You have cancer now. And you just died from it.