What was the last thing going through Mr. Jacob's head when he was working in the World Trade Center on the 90th floor? The 91st floor.
I am not sure who Mr. Jacob is. Was he killed in a terrorist attack?
Yeah, because it's based on my loss of family members. So what?
I can't blame people who make jokes about traumatic events when grieving. It's a better way than sulking or trying to hurt themselves.