The whole suicide bit had been done. And really, how many times can a person read about murder. Even of oneself. Unless, of course, it is metaphysical in nature. But that is just a grandiose gesture, is it not?

The question is, how would I like to die? Would I like to see it coming? Or would I prefer to have it happen without even being aware?

Would I want others to see it coming…whilst I myself remained oblivious?

Should it be a story? A gruesome tale of blood and gore? Or a romantic one with happy tears…

And what about those that get left behind? How would my death affect their lives. Or do I even care, what, with me being dead and all.

What about you? How would you answer these questions. Or are they thoughts you prefer to not face, not contemplate…

Death is inevitable. The manner of death not so much so. But the tale we leave behind…that my friends, is completely in our hands.

What kind of story are you writing?