Not me, at least. But given the painful demise almost every plant under my supervision has suffered, I don't know if I want to do that to the poor lettuce.
I think it could be used for a poetic statement that I would even make something die that feeds on death. Which you could interpret to mean that I am the embodiment of a strange aeon, with which even death may die.
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