Will: Think it's funny to throw a big "black metal party" and invite all his quasi-juggalo/metalhead friends to come over while they sip wine and keep repeating the word "satan" like in that documentary movie about metal from like 6 years ago. Eventually get drunk and start dancing around to ICP's Bang Pow Boom even though it's like fucking 5:30AM and the album has been on repeat since at least 1. Realize the next morning that he completely forgot about the baby and rush over to its room in order to try and comfort the child. Cry at the thought of forgetting about "the greatest thing to ever happen to him". Repeat event every year.
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And in the first situation, I'd just kill it.