D.A.G.T.H
When someone dies and goes to heaven, and the only thing they care about is how bad you are at life.
My brother died. D. A. G. T. H. and he’s probably in heaven making fun of me.
My crush’s turtle died. D. A. G. T. H. and he’s probably in heaven eating pizza.
My mom died. D. A. G. T. H. and she’s probably judging me for my life choices.