In the words of an old Irish prayer:
Three wishes I ask of the King when I part from my body: May I have nothing to confess, may I have no enemy, may I own nothing! Three things I ask this day of the King, ruler of suns: May I have no dignity or honours that may lead me into torment! May I not work without reward before Christ! May God take my soul when it is most pure!
What Happens When You Stop Brushing Your Teeth: A Horror Story
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You can tell this TED-Ed lesson is a horror story because it features
toothy green monsters and is narrated by a skeleton. But as an adult, you
should al...
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