It was inevitable. Years of abusing your body week in and week out was bound to eventually catch up with you. You’re finally dead, and now, as you drift around campus as a ghost scaring the shit out of freshmen, you have to decide which bar should host your funeral service, because we know you wouldn’t have wanted a boring old church funeral. Look at us, fulfilling all of your dying wishes.
And without further ado, we give you A VINE POWER HOUR.