The year is 2090, I'm 89 years old.
I lay upon my death bed as my family is surrounding me. I prepare my final wishes as my children hold my hand.
"Divide my assets amongst yourselves. Sell my home and start a college fund for the children. On my grave I wish for it to say, 'Rest in Deace.'"
My oldest son leans in, confused, "Do you mean 'Rest in Peace.' dad? What does deace mean?"

I beckon him to come closer with one hand. He leans in to me, I whisper

"deace nuts, ♥♥♥♥♥."

My family screams in horror as I flatline and I descend immediately in to hell.