Hello internet. This is martial artist Chuck Norris. You know me from films such as The Delta Force, Invasion USA, and my recent demise. Many of you have expressed sorrow over my passing and have had kind words to say about my career and overall cultural impact, and for that, I thank you. But apparently, some of you internet yahoos are taking my death as an opportunity to crack wise, and I don’t much appreciate it.
It’s not that I don’t enjoy comedy. When I was on the set of Missing in Action 2: The Beginning, a grip hit me with “Take my wife, please!” and I laughed so hard a mountain fell down. But comedy has its time and place. I just think that my death is a somber occasion, and that humor at this particular time would be inappropriate. And if you disagree, you and I are gonna have some words. Some fist words.
Comments like “Death better watch its back,” “Chuck decided to give God a piece of his mind,” and “Chuck Norris does not die, he merely waits” are simply not in good taste at this time. To quote a great man, you have the right to remain silent, so shut the hell up! That man was me in the 1985 picture Code of Silence.
Death is a very serious matter, and I really must insist that the proper decorum is observed. If it’s not, so help me, I will get right up off this slab and start mopping the floor with you clowns. To anyone who thinks this is the right time to bust out your favorite Chuck Norris joke, I’ll tell you the same thing I told that mortician who tried to put make-up on me — stand down, or get knocked down.
Here’s how this is gonna go down: I’m gonna lie in this here casket, and you are going to mourn. You will be sad, you will be somber, and you will be respectful. Any deviation from this will result in an immediate roundhouse kick to the face.
You think I’m messing around? Go ahead, test me. Hit send on that ‘Walker told me, I have AIDS’ gif. See what happens. Give me a god damn reason, punk.
