This is the first and last 100% genuine QOTW answer I will ever give:
When I was 17 a friend of mine had a heart attack and died on the toilet.
I tried to deal with my emotions by writing a poem.
I am ashamed to say that this is the best I could manage:

I knew a girl
Who had a whirl
Right on the fucking shitter.

Under her vest
Cardiac arrest.
No wonder I'm left bitter.
( baldmonkey a frothy foul-smelling vaginal discharge, Thu 11 Aug 2005, 17:10, Reply)