Letters to Death

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Person: Steven Paone, 54, male
Death: Gunshot to the head
Place of Death: Living room, Detroit
Note: printed neatly on a sticky note
Found: By his neighbours three days after

"To whom it concerns, loved ones, acquaintances, complete strangers, friends, relatives, and anyone else not mentioned,

I have made a decision. some would say a difficult decision, but in all seriousness, the decision was not difficult for me at all. Actually, I would have to say it was about as easy a decision as deciding what underwear to put on in the morning. What I have decided, is that I no longer wish to exist on this earth any longer. I made this decision about 28 years ago really, it's just that the long time span and difficulty came, not in whether or not I wanted to do it, but rather, How I wanted to do it. Well, I finally just decided that it isn't worth getting bogged down any longer by details. I have been a procrastinator all my life, so I just realized that this was no different. The end result will be the same regardless of the details, and the end is the desired result of itself anyway, so I figured a quick stab to the throat would do it. Plus all the blood would make for a highly dramatic image for the person fortunate enough to find me. Make a lasting impression it would hmmm? So, you probably want to know WHY I wanted to do this. Well, tough shit. Questions can't always be answered. Besides, when people are left to merely speculate and assume to answer a question, particularly one of a controversial nature, the imagined answers and conjectures are far more entertaining that the truth, so you decide why I did it. Just remember, I already gave you a hint, so any recent event correlation is strictly coincidental. Well, I better get on with it. Hasta La Vista... Oh wait, one more thing. I don't believe in God or heaven or any form of afterlife, never have. I don't buy any supernatural bullshit, and THAT has nothing to do with it either, I only mention it because I don't want anyone saying stupid crap like "he's in a better pace now", or " God needed more angels, or had a special plan for him, or blah blah blah." That goes for burning in hell for the atrocity of suicide also. There's no hell or devil either. Now that I'm gone, all of my worries are over, so I don't give a shit what you do with my remains, just don't spend any money on it. If it were legal to do, I'd suggest just putting my remains in a Hefty bag and out with the Trash on Tuesday. It's no different then tossing out a useless wrapper, or a pair of fucked up pants.

Peace."