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I don't see getting shot by a lover who then kills self as the worst possible way to go.
You could die of flesh eating strep, you could die in some silly war, stepping on a landmine, or flooded or through starvation because some asisnine government wants to show off its non-existing relevance, or by having a dumpster mash your brains out in a random drunken brawl.
You could die in prison, or in a retirement home, or in the hospital, or in a leper colony, or in Florida.
I don't think he had it that bad.
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