Night Shoot

by David Sodergren

Death was always more shocking and also, somehow, more pitiful in real life. The way the human body was exposed as a useless sack of meat, the way people reacted not with stoicism and bravery, but with the dread realisation that their life was over.

That’s the rule when someone dies, a tacit understanding between mourners to forget the bad shit and rake around in their subconscious for good memories. You can be an asshole all your life, but chances are you’ll die a saint.