Imagine Junior on his death bed (sooner than later preferably, but he has a pretty efficient medical team at his disposal, I would imagine). His nearest and dearest standing about seemingly grieving but perhaps actually relieved, with Junior staring up at them, eyes popping out with fear, paranoia swelling his addled mind, seeing the Grim Reaper standing behind and taller than all others in the shadows of the dimly lit chamber.

The only utterances burping up from out of his rotting guts, due to the dire dust of demise parching his palate and mixing with the phlegm of failure gurgling in his odious esophagus, would be a dismal, "I, duhhh . . . .", as if he was perhaps attempting to identify himself in a manner not unlike but oh so very different from "I, Claudius."

It will not be guilt, of course, that will be surging through his apprehension and angst but, rather, confusion and uncertainty. As in his life, there will be no dignity in death for this monkey-boy. Jungle screams of terror will be echoing in his ears. The phantoms of all he has murdered will be sitting down upon his sunken chest and sucking out his breath, the unbearable weight of their revenge crushing his lungs. Currents of clammy sweat will crawl like snakes beneath and from out of his itching skin, an itch he can't scratch because of the arthritic chill of extinction clutching at his sinews.

Yes, Junior WILL suffer for his sins. Fellow humans, I hope that you find comfort from these words, I hope they make your day.

Of course, wouldn't it be just our luck if this imbecile does the long, drawn-out Raygun thing and enhances the suffering of the aforementioned nearest and dearest by hanging in there with slow-burning Alzheimer's. Or rather, maybe it would just be their bad luck . . . .

About the Author

From the Pacific Northwest, born October '55, Libra Sun with Libra Rising and at least a Libra Mars; currently residing in the quaint burg of Shulin in the Taipei County Basin of Northern Taiwan. Personal mantra: "All alpha, all the time." http://www.chaoschasm.ws