Last night at the bar a regular told me his neighbor (another regular) had died Monday morning. As the initial shock hit me I felt the sudden onset of pressure. While distraught and asking about the particulars of the death, the pressure built up to where I felt like I was going to shit a beach ball. Somehow in the middle of a very serious conversation I managed to release the fart like a pinhole leak in a balloon, deftly disguising my grunts of relief like, "Urrrrrgh... man that's so terrible.(fweeeeeeeeee) I mean mmmmmmmgh... for him to go so suddenly like that.(eeeeeeeeee) Gaaaaaaaah, how is everyone taking it? (eeeeeeeerrrrrrp). The fart finally concluded and I went off somewhere out of the public eye to expel the rest of the gas. I scurried into the kitchen, looked at the cook and made a sound in my trousers that is most accurately described as James Earl Jones exclaiming the word "BLACK!" in a very surprised tone. -FLooK, from the Something Awful forums "Inopportune Times To Pass Gas" thread