I have an unfortunate vice which leads me to to endanger myself. I always knew this was inevitable, but today my vice led me to a fatal mistake, and I died from it. My only wish was to have a gravestone erected for me so that my friends would know what happened to me.
At first I was satisfied to see that a grave had been erected, but to my dismay, the impact from my crash caused part of the epitaph to fall down. Now the only thing left of my grave is this obscure message:
And these are the jumbled pieces that fell down:
Would you be able to recover my tombstone so that my friends will know who I am, how I died, and what message I left for them?
My foremost vice is my love of fruit