Death by Sarcasm

Seven

This is fantastic.

A tragedy and a farce all rolled into one. I love it! I’d like to get up there and tell everyone how much fun it was to put a bullet into the back of Brent Cooper’s finely shaped head. I could improvise a scene: Brent trying to talk St. Peter into admitting him to heaven.

He’d called ahead.

Were his tickets at Will Call?

Hey, where’s the coat check?

Why is it so foggy and cloudy up here? The Weather Channel said it was supposed to be blue sky!

St. Peter starts to shut the door.

Brent says – Grandma! I came toward the light!

I want to laugh but despite A*shole Kurt Cooper up there, the crowd is deadly – no pun intended – silent. No wonder I’d never seen Kurt. Brent got all the looks and what little humor ran in the Cooper blood.

That girl, though. Mary. She looked like she had something to her.

The way those cops had looked at her at the crime scene – looked like she’d been tossing out some pretty good one-liners.

Where’s my notebook? I’ve gotta write some of this shit down.

And plan the next one.