Know a Fatty who has gone through the Golden Arches in the sky?  Tell me about them! Because I do.  My father-in-law.  Great guy.  Gentle spirit.  56 years old.  I was with him when he gurgled his last breath in the ICU after his heart attack (after the previous double bypass) following his COPD diagnosis, etc. etc.  It was fucking awful. I say this because people checking out these threads might be thinking that the posters are motivated by blind hate, or are just human garbage in their daily lives.  They might think they're disguising their instinctive contempt by hollow cries to improve fatties health, or to set good examples for their piglets. Yeah, maybe.  But something tells me others are here because they've buried a fatty or two in their past and know what a useless nightmare the whole ordeal is.  I read the exemplary post by /u/SkinnyTwig and just had to add my own here. My father-in-law was obese.  He died trying to inflate his withered lungs under a crushing slab of porkfat while his family gathered around in confusion.  To honor his memory the next day, they gathered at his favorite restaurant (overpriced tacky steak chain) and ordered his usual.  They toasted him with glasses of beatus juice raised.  On the one month anniversary of his passing, they gathered again and ordered his typical lunch at the local McFats: two double quarter-pounders.  To the family's credit, two of them threw it up that evening and speculated that the burgers were bad.  No one could comprehend that eating ONE was only marginally acceptable for a human's diet.  Eating two, every day at work, month after month, was an easy way to fill the hole next to him in the graveyard. I'm not fat.  Never have been.  I'm 5'10'' and 160 pounds.  After saying my goodbyes to him in the hospital I drove to the gym to renew my membership I'd let lapse a few years earlier.  When my time comes, I don't know how I'm going but I refuse to go like him. So tell me FPH, anyone here buried a butterhuffer?