I'm in favor of anything that will stop Wankus from inflicting himself on the world. The same goes for Da Burglar and the endless references to his handicapable self. Both of them dying in a firey explosion and a chain reaction of silicon cheekbones, tits and lips lighting Vegas like a Christmas tree would warm my heart. If you can figure out an excuse for JRV to part himself from his house-hubby duties and draw him closer to the flames and I might bankroll the whole thing like Saddam reveling over a dead Jew.