im the man in the house and im putting him in his place . on my second tour of the house i found a spray painted note on the inside of the closet that she had blasted her way out of . why should my death be more tragic than anyone elses ? the gray-haired guy shook his head . `` you can tell me over and over again , and i will never tire of hearing it . '' four sighs and lifts his arms from my body . 