[ WP ] When a person dies , they sing their favorite song until they 're physically unable to .

He'd lost a lot of blood, and was fading fast. I went through my pack, finding the duct tape and tried to close the wound to no avail. 
 
 `` Do n't die on me now, Jake. Not after what we've just been through!'' I cried. I put pressure on the wound, and he screamed. `` C'mon now, you'll be all right.'' 
 
 He started to cough blood. The bullet had punctured a lung. I tried to get him to focus his gaze. 
 
 `` Jake, look at me! You're gon na be fin -- Jake! Do n't you dare close your eyes!'' 
 
 ``... I'm... I'm sorry, Sarge... G-got careless. Shoulda' seen'em comin'...'' he wheezed. His breaths were quick and shallow. He would n't last long. 
 
 `` Nah, Jake. You did all right. You got'im. Now, we're just gon na have to wait a bit before --'' A grenade went off far too close to be comfortable, and the explosion covered us in dirt. `` Just hold on, Jake.'' 
 
 `` Sarge... I do n't mean to be cliché, but... It's cold, Sarge.'' 
 
 `` That's just the weather, Jake,'' I lied. `` Trust me, you'll be up and about again soon. You better. Your wife would kill me.'' 
 
 `` Heh...'' He managed a strained smile. `` Tell her...'' 
 
 `` Whatever it is, Jake, you can tell her yourself.'' 
 
 With a strength I did n't expect, he pulled me by my collar down to his face. 
 
 `` Sarge... I -- oh JESUS CHRIST it hurts! -- I appreciate what you're tryin' to do... but do n't... Please...'' 
 
 His eyes welled up with tears as he pleaded with me. I held him in my arms, ai n't too much to do for a dying soldier and a friend. 
 
 `` What... what do you want me to tell her?'' I asked him. 
 
 `` Tell... tell... ^her...'' 
 
 `` Jake?'' 
 
 `` I LIKE BIG BUTTS AND I CAN NOT LIE!''
