Homer? Homer?! Oh Homie, you made breakfast. Nothing’s too good for my one and only. I love you guys. Right back at you son. Well I’m off to work. I work all day for some old man. I sweat and break my back. I am the angel of death. The time of purification is at hand. Ahh! Ahh! Ah, Chief Wiggum. Ah yeah, Mrs. Simpson, I have some bad news. Your husband was found D.O.A. Noooo! So we mourn the loss of Homer J. Simpson. Ohhh… my head. Ohhh… Get ready gamblers for the world series of dog racings. Mom? Mom?