What did he die of?
JaneWell, he just sort of stopped.
The usual. Terminal boredom. Another green bottle falls off the wall.
JaneI thought you knew.
Well, they hardly shout these things from the rooftops, you know. You never see a hearse in here in daylight. Slip in under the cover of darkness like body snatchers. The sun comes up and everyone’s trying to avoid looking at the empty bowl of Frosties on the breakfast table.
Waiting for God · 20 quotes
