Disclaimer: I do not own The Young Ones or any of their characters, and I make no money from this piece of writing.
A/N: A very very short The Young Ones fiction. I hope you enjoy it though. Dedicated to those at IMDB. Oh and i got the idea for the last line from Monty Python.
They were always getting him down. Wouldn't listen to his ideas, always saying they hate him, boarding up his bedroom, always making him do the cooking… So he'd decided to end it all, finally, and absolutely. No mistakes this time. But they were getting him down again. Dead or alive, he could not win. He lay in the dark, feeling the jostling as he was moved. Maybe he should just stay here, it would be easier. No, they'd be wanting their tea soon. And he was starting to feel an urge for some lentil casserole.
"Oi! You guys!" he said, banging on the coffin lid "I'm not dead yet!"