D.A.G.T.H
When someone is so dead they got a free pass to heaven, and now they’re probably telling all the other dead people about your bad choices.
My cousin’s cat died. D. A. G. T. H. and she’s probably giving the cat a standing ovation.
My teacher died. D. A. G. T. H. and she’s probably in heaven grading papers forever.
My neighbor’s goldfish died. D. A. G. T. H. and he’s probably swimming in a heavenly pond.