The Suicide Shop
Female Clerk [FC]: And why do you want to die today?
Hopeless Man [HM]: I...I've just had enough...I can't...I can't do this anymore...
FC: I see...and how do you currently stand in life? Any financial issues? Any loved ones?
HM: I'm in a lot of debt...I...my...my family don't want anything to do with me...I can't...I just can't go on, please...can't you just...just shoot me or something?
FC: Hmm, I'm afraid it doesn't quite work that way. If we assess that you are a lost cause, then you may take your life, using what we provide as a way of...smoothening your transition to a ceased existence.
HM: [starts rocking] I...ca
AFTERLIFE
As soon as his face hit the icy water he wanted to take it back. Surely life was better than this...or was it? He couldn't remember now; the shock of an impending death had hindered his once troubled thoughts. Now, he only feared what was to come, or what he had previously hoped wasn't to come. He had often wished for the sweet release of eternal slumber, yet now, his body did everything it could to keep itself alive; clawing wildly at the gloomy fog surrounding him.
Looking down, he saw the cinder blocks he had tied to his feet; a foolish choice he thought looking at it now. His lungs gripped the inside of his chest, begging for
The Suicide Shop
Female Clerk [FC]: And why do you want to die today?
Hopeless Man [HM]: I...I've just had enough...I can't...I can't do this anymore...
FC: I see...and how do you currently stand in life? Any financial issues? Any loved ones?
HM: I'm in a lot of debt...I...my...my family don't want anything to do with me...I can't...I just can't go on, please...can't you just...just shoot me or something?
FC: Hmm, I'm afraid it doesn't quite work that way. If we assess that you are a lost cause, then you may take your life, using what we provide as a way of...smoothening your transition to a ceased existence.
HM: [starts rocking] I...ca
AFTERLIFE
As soon as his face hit the icy water he wanted to take it back. Surely life was better than this...or was it? He couldn't remember now; the shock of an impending death had hindered his once troubled thoughts. Now, he only feared what was to come, or what he had previously hoped wasn't to come. He had often wished for the sweet release of eternal slumber, yet now, his body did everything it could to keep itself alive; clawing wildly at the gloomy fog surrounding him.
Looking down, he saw the cinder blocks he had tied to his feet; a foolish choice he thought looking at it now. His lungs gripped the inside of his chest, begging for