The blood of Thirteen pours to the ground.

Do you imagine he ever pictured himself being murdered by a clown? Did he expect that to be the way he would ultimately die? It was. And now I want to wear his skin and dance to Mexican mariachi music. That is what a good clown does when there are no decent circuses in the area. Thirteen is with the devil now but we are still on Earth. Celebrate with the clown and all of your friends who are waiting to embrace you. I assure you maggots will not fall from their eye sockets like the skeleton of Thirteen.