#fun comedy idea

saying “Every day I deal with the crushing realization that I probably won’t be remembered, and far before the time my bones have once again melded with the earth, there’ll be no evidence that I ever existed” and following it up with “Anyway, what the fuck is with people making pudding out of foods? Bread pudding, rice pudding, steak pudding...” and watch the audience try to process my incredibly abrupt shift from existential dread to inconsequential nonsense