[ WP ] A stranger approaches you on the street , hands you a gun and a million dollars cash , and says `` you know what to do . '' What happens next ?

“ You know what to do. ” 
 
 “ Yes. ” I put the gun to my head and blew my brains out. 
 
 “ N – No! ” I fell rigid onto his feet. The suitcase, clasped firm and tight prior, mysteriously flapped open, loosening the bills free into the air. “ What the fuck! What the fuck! ” He stood in shock near the mouth of the empty alleyway. It was two in the morning. The city was asleep, and it remained so. 
 
 The man stared in shock for approximately a minute before shuffling towards the remaining loose bills that had not taken flight. I saw him for moments, looked down onto my body for moments. It was bloody and ugly beneath. Then everything went black. This is how it ’ s like before you die. Everything else after is dark. 
 
 I did not know the man. I did not know his plan, nor did it intrigue me. Because moments before I saw the love of my life with someone familiar in her bed. A friend. I was contemplating revenge before the universe gave me an answer to reject. Everything was numb when I made the decision. And before that I had lost my job. It wasn ’ t my fault they said. And before that my mom died. Cancer, unforeseen, no one ’ s fault. And before that I failed all my tests in grade school. And before that my parents wanted a girl and not a boy. 
 
 No amount of money could ’ ve taken my gaze from the darkness. For once in my life I wanted to be the one with a voice. I wanted a reason to be in control. 
 
 I was sick of the meaninglessness behind the random bouts of opportune pain the universe offered. 

