Oh. My death wasn't a bad thing. I just want to clarify that right now. Some people think it is, but mine was good. Mine was satisfying. Mine ended my life right where it should have ended.

[ Which is totally morbid, Walt! Geesh! And he sluggishly realizes this. ]

I mean. Wait.

[ He actually digests the weight of what she implied. ]

Are you saying you've never celebrated your birthday? You've never had one party? Your parents didn't get you those Sesame Street party hats and plates and invite all your friends over from school?