Truth Telling

Tell me not in mournful numbers,
The web is but an empty dream!
And the grave is the web's goal.
Find us a father showering in a bitstream.
My standards,
Let my web awake.

Errrrrrrrm, OK.

97 minutes ago, it came to J's mind that the cat J was allergic to died.
20 minutes later, an imaginary fueneral was held with pollen.
He felt his responsbility to stop it. However being stifled, he could not move.
J kept thinking about suvival of himself and stopping burial of the cat.

That's how an imaginary cat killed a man.