This movie is in the top tier of the best works of art I’ve ever seen. Context: So I write a lot. Most of it is about, essentially, myself. Every so often, I'll do a reread, and while I'm clutching at my aching chest, I'll think, "Wow, past!me sure was going through it!!!” Meanwhile, I'm also smooshing my cheeks down out of a violent grin so that my face stops hurting because there is really no substitute to reading something written specifically _for me_. That’s D(e)ad, in a nutshell. The ripping-hearts-out with precision-sharp claws and the uber-specific humor that could only be combined…