Fatass died at work this weekend. A manager at my work died this weekend. Of a heart attack. On the shitter. He was a confirmed 500 pounder, and from all accounts of his past workers, a total piece of shit. He used to always ride his scootypuff up the freight elevator, (not even shitting you), and go to crap in the mezzanine bathroom. Apparently, this fat fuck was so huge that we had to get facilities workers to partially dismantle the stall around him in order to get him out. Nothing of value was lost, but I feel bad for the workers that had to extricate that jumbo jelly sack.