Ernest was on death's door in the retirement home. "Thank God I can finally be at peace," he thought to himself as he felt the pain and sickness overwhelm him. His heart struggled to beat, and he felt his organs failing. "No more of this shit, no more of these memories. No more having to think of what those fucking bastards did to me all those years. I'll look God in the face and spit on his fucking sandals! To hell with it all! No more!!"
Anyway, the Danny virus was a very unlucky break.
Ernest suddenly found himself waking up and feeling more alive. "What's this? No! I was so close! It was supposed to be over!"
He found himself inexplicably mutating into a healthy, fat teenage boy. His faculties returned to him, his vision and hearing sharpening, his muscles full of energy.
"Oh, no, no!!" he howled. "Not ANOTHER life! I can't do this! Fuck you, God!! Fuck you!!"