When I am dead, I hope it is said;

Ooh, I don't even want to think about the damage that would be done to Liam's psyche were I to do that with my knee. I would say words that would summon eldritch horrors bent on drinking the sanity of all within range. He might never recover.

(Fortunately, I don't have any sanity left, so I'd be fine.)

This, of course, is my own way of laughing at your pain. :)