Hey. [Okay, now he was really serious. The playful smirk, the teasing tone, all of it... gone. It was a rare side that he showed to people, but it was here.]
Hey. You are not a freak. You're different, yes, but I do not think you're a freak. In fact, I think you're pretty awesome.
But death happens, and it happens to everyone around us, and it happens to people we care about. Whether we're gonna die in our twenties or when we're a million years old. It happens. And there ain't shit we can do about it. It's how we live our lives that really matters in the end. And sitting around whining about it ain't gonna make people come back to us, and it sure as hell ain't doing any good for their memories and the lives they lived while they were around.
So, yeah, your parents are dead. So are mine. So are a lot of people I knew. But being a recluse and not living my life is not what they would have wanted, and it sure is hell ain't what I want someone I know to do after I'm dead. So, I go out there, and I live. I meet people. I make friends. I do things to be happy, because that's what they want. That's what I want. I want people to be happy. And, if I die before you, fine. That's the way it was meant to be, but I don't want you to give up, got it? You go out there and be happy. Meet people and live your life as it was given to you.
Just... No one needs to sit around an' feel sorry for themselves all the time.
[And... he kind of ran out of steam. So have kind of a sad look in place of the determined one that faded a little at the end there.]