Granted, but that is now [i]all[/i] you have. Every other possession of yours disappears, replaced with more and more cheese and popcorn. Like the legendary King Midas, you find that everything you touch is spoiled by the same curse; your bed, your phone, your family members and friends, they all turn to cheese-covered popcorn the second you lay your cheesy hands on them. After a short time mourning the loses of everyone you have ever loved, you eventually die of thirst, popcorn lacking the moisture content to quench you. You are not given a gravestone; they tried once, but the stone only turned to cheesy popcorn.

I wish the best for my friends.