It was a sleepless night last spring when the Grim Reaper came to me in my dreams. I seemed to hear a voice similar to Adam Corolla's come to me from afar. He said, "I have come to tell you about a great evil that is abroad in the world. His name is Lopaka, and every now and then he will send bombs in the mail to unsuspecting victims under the guise of cigar trades and passes. Many men are tricked into lighting the bombs he sends them becuase they look and feel like cigars. He even puts a wrapper leaf and a real cigar band on them. I give you this warning so that you may not see me again." I tried to follow him, but I was dreaming during a sleepless night. There wasn't much I could do. I sat down to reflect on his words.

Today, I got a large box with 5 cigars in it. The return address was from who? Lopaka. . . . . . . . . . . . . Should I open it? . . . . . . . . Should I smoke the cigars?. . . . . . . . . . Should I tempt fate?

I think I will. Tonight as a matter of fact.

Farewell my friends, If you see me in the morning, please bury me somewhere nice.