[ WP ] Stars have brilliant deaths , large explosions given a beautiful name . Men are granted nothing so glorious .

When I died, I thought that the rain would pour down like tears to baptize me one last time before I was carried off into heaven. Right now, though, it feels more like I'm getting pissed on. The scumbag standing over me ca n't even think of anything good to say, so he's just laughing and stroking his revolver in a way that makes me think I misjudged how self-aware he was when I thought it would be a good idea to share the money from the job with another human being. I only forgot one thing: hired killers are assholes.
