This is how a life ends.
Fell fifty feet and broke my back. They killed me. I was poisoned. Too much radiation. A crack to the noggin. Swallowed the Time Vortex. Took five bullets. Burnt. Was outsmarted. Over my head. Sank into the weariness of old age. Made a mistake.
Plummeting ship. Hangman’s noose. These deaths were not mine.
Thirteen time before the judge. Ready the firing squad, gentlemen. Five rounds rapid!
It’s all a metaphor, but I bite the dust for good this time, all the same. It will be a relief.
The world, for once, has the decency to end.