A Thing
Everybody stops for a second to think about how killing you might affect your family. Then out of the crowd walks your wife and kids! Your wife shouts "This man's lying! He doesn't have a wife and kids! I should know, I'm his wife!" Suddenly the crowd erupts in anger and they all work together to beat you up.
You die.
You died.
You are dead.
Your corpse lies on the sidewalk for years until eventually it is picked clean by birds and all that remains is your skeleton, and on that skeleton's body the only thing that remains that wasn't stolen is your wedding ring. And then your wedding ring is stolen.
Your skeleton is so upset by this that it dies.
You died x2.
You die.
You died.
You are dead.
Your corpse lies on the sidewalk for years until eventually it is picked clean by birds and all that remains is your skeleton, and on that skeleton's body the only thing that remains that wasn't stolen is your wedding ring. And then your wedding ring is stolen.
Your skeleton is so upset by this that it dies.
You died x2.
