Never mind that they might miss me if I died, because it’s not about playing catch in front of the house until the streetlight goes on, or getting a helping hand with some math problems at the dining room table, or even a cozy snuggle on a rainy weekend morning.
No, it’s all about the Benjamins, Dad. And if you’re not man enough to provide them, even after you die, what good are you as a dad anyway?
Oh, and happy Father’s Day.
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