Pale, greasy flesh enveloping maggot colored lard . . . 

Brittle bones ache and break under the strain of the overbearing weight . . . 

Blood-red eyes swollen shut, frustrated tears unable to pass the mounds of fat . . . 

I strain to breathe as even my organs fail me . . .

The pain drives me to depressed consumption, worsening my disgusting condition . . . 

My heavy body falls to the floor, dust rises due to my inability to clean . . .

Skin wriggles and writhes as I struggle from the pain of my heart expiring . . .

My last sight, the cooked beef and bun I was consuming, expelling grease onto my floor.