Easter during a global pandemic, and I light candles for the dead and the living among us, raise a glass of bourbon to us all. Buckle up folks, as shit gets real, David Foster Wallace-style: we dive headlong into serious themes of despair in section 3 of his essay "A Supposedly Fun Thing I'll Never Do Again" -- and to think it all started out as a luxury cruise!

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