If you speak with anyone who, having seen the movie, disagrees with that statement you are legally allowed to murder them, because they are obviously not a real human being. While it normally can be said that I am the very embodiment of the phrase 'long\-winded', this will be an exception, because even I, blessed with my great brainpower, can barely comprehend what I am feeling right now. Imagine refining *awesomeness* to its purest form, as some kind of liquid, and then injecting it directly into your eyeballs. That is almost coming close to barely approaching what watching Nacho Libre is like. In fact, I don't think anything will ever be funny to me again. I'll just be a lifeless shell of a person, unable to laugh because of the constant mental comparison of all things "funny" to Nacho Libre. While I may never laugh again, the empty husk that will be my unmoving body will carry a* broad gri*n until the end of time, and it will be so powerful a smile of pure joy that its power will create an indent in the very air around it permanently, so that long after my body has turned to dust and blown away, a faint ripple in the air, easily identifiable as a smile, will remain beyond even the end of the world, to the time when intergalactic war eliminates all matter from the universe. And still, my floating smile will sit in space, comprised now of pure happiness as an energy rather than substance. God will need to create the next universe far away, lest his precious creations drift into my immovable smile and be torn asunder on it by their own momentum.
