[ WP ] You have 24 hours to fake your death in the most spectacular way possible . You have $ 1 million in cash and 40 circus workers dedicated to you .

You have 22 hours left of the allotted 24 hours given to you to fake the most spectacular suicide ever known to mankind. Your plan so far? Nothing. The 40 circus workers with you have been brainstorming and given you many trash ideas, and by now you ’ ve realized that the only people you can trust are you, the high wire man, and the cannon girl. You decide to go get some fresh air while the morons continued to bicker, beckoning a finger at the aforementioned people to follow you. As you breathe in the fresh scent of cherry blossoms, the girl, whose name is Alice, taps your shoulder. 
 “ You said you have $ 1 million in cash, right? Well, I think that if we three, that is, me, Carl, and you, work together, then we should be able to pull this off with only half that money. Then we can split the remaining amongst us three and go live our lives out peacefully. ” Carl speaks up. 
 “ I don ’ t believe it's possible. I mean, who can fool all those cameras taking this thing live? It's impossible, I tell you. We should just split the $ 1 million right here and leave. ” 
 “ Leave. ” You growl, pointing your finger at the metal gates that enclose your house from the world. 
 “ We don ’ t need the ones with a loser ’ s attitude. It will only make us fail in the end. ” butted in Alice. Carl pouts his lips, and his eyebrows curve in with anger, but he simply strolls away, opens the gate, and walks away into the cover of the world. You see the circus workers all starting to come out, having seen Carl walk away. 
 “ What was that dude? ” 
 “ Did you just kick him off the team? ” 
 “ I ’ m not gon na follow a loser like you who doesn ’ t know who ’ s good and who ’ s bad. ” As the crowd starts to raise their voice, both in complaint and curiosity, you see more people start to file out in lines, until there are only a handful left, including you and Alice, numbering about 8 total. You look at your watch, the time is 7:26. You have about 16.5 hours left of the 24 hours you started with at 00:00. 
 “ Okay guys, here ’ s my plan. ” As you start to explain the intricately designed plan you came up with on the spot right then, you hope no one notices the missing details and gaps throughout your explanation, and the only thing on your mind is: ‘ I hope Rodolpho will be there, I hope Rodolpho will be there, I hope Rodolpho … ’ and as you start to sweat a little you use a handkerchief to wipe your forehead and neck. 
 15 hours later, you stand upon the very top of the Empire State Building, and with the strong wind blowing about, you are surprised you haven ’ t fallen off yet. Of course, you have a human cannon along with Alice and 2 other worker with you, while the other 4 are of and about their own business, preparing for the act. At 22:30 you signal the hired hackers to broadcast your recorded message to the entire world. While you can not hear it due to the high speed winds going about, you still remember parts of it. 
 “ Ladies and gentlemen, tonight is a very special night indeed. It is the night I will be doing the most spectacular …. with the help of Alice to launch myself from a cannon … and then I will be proclaimed dead at exactly 00:00 on January 1st, 2017. Happy New Years! ” As you get into the cannon through the front, you keep praying to yourself that everything will work out fine, and that you can go live in peace with Rodolpho. As they light the fuse, huddling around to make sure the flame wouldn ’ t go out, you feel yourself starting to fade into the recesses of your mind, hoping everything you created so beautifully will stay that way, that nothing will go wrong. As the gunpowder lights, you see the crowd start to scream, though in fear, glee, or simply for the moment you do not know. You feel the wind start to buffet your face as a sharp pain strikes your legs. You try to look back at them, but your eyes are too teary from the piercing wind. You spot the net you ’ re supposed to land in while they send the fake body away, but you feel something odd. It ’ s that feeling you get when something is about to go disastrously wrong. And that ’ s when you spot him. Carl is by the net, with a group of his friends, and they have tied down your circus workers. As what ’ s happening truly sinks into you, you realize that there is nothing left for you to do. You will truly die at 00:00 on Jan. 1, 2017. With the asphalt seeming to leap up at you, you barely have enough time to mouth Rodolpho ’ s name before a jolt shakes your entire body, and then an intense pain follows as you writhe in agony, until it fades away, replaced by the beckoning darkness. In the background you can hear the muted sounds of people screaming in terror, you see the parents covering their children ’ s eyes, and you smile, but a tear slowly trickles down your face. You see Carl, and his face is set in an amused expression, while his friends high five each other. They beat you, but you couldn ’ t care less. For in the darkness, you see your father, Rodolpho, who has been dead for 30 years now. As you move towards him, first at a slow walk, then breaking into a jog, and finally running towards him, you look behind once, at the world you are leaving behind, and see a broken body, your broken body, quickly being covered by the mobs, but you see, and you realize. You have always wanted this, to die in front of the world, to leave behind your outer shell so you could join your father, who raised you alone from the beginning, who was the only one you ever truly loved. And then, you look up to Carl, and mouth “ Thank You ”, and he simply gives a thumbs up, as if he saw you do that even though you are dead. And then you truly leave earth, and go to who knows where, for you truly don ’ t care as long as you are with your father.
