Jacques spent his life working with wood. No time for family. Now, on his death bed, his figurines gathered round to bid him farewell.

I opened the largest box first and found a coffin with my name on it. My children had learned to give practical gifts that people could use.

Derek was trapped at the very edge of the cliff. The Russians drew their knives. He hesitated, then leapt off, betting on reincarnation.

Death gave Vicky a choice, heart attack or childbirth. She chose childbirth, but leaving her child behind broke her heart anyway.

“Heads,” said Jenny, watching the coin flip. “It’s tails, you win,” said John. Jenny reached over and pulled the plug on their mother.

First time I saw Rene, he said he would kill me. I thought he might. I was kissing his wife in bed. Funny how he ended up under my bus.

Voted out by the others, the goldfish floated to the top, an offering to the gods. The Great Paw took him to the beyond.

Today is special. Getting out of jail. I will not go see Donna. I will not see what shoes she’s wearing. Too much trouble to dig her up.

Marsha removed the corkscrew from Dan. It was wrong to hurt others, but he got what he deserved. He should not have called her fat.

The helicopter lifted off. Mike looked down at Cindy, growing smaller as the fires closed in. Afraid of heights, she had stayed behind.

Each stroke of water heals my thoughts. I concentrate on being efficient, moving ahead. I try to not see her face as the boat went down.

The piano fell four stories, crushing Calvin. He had recently given up piano to study guitar. Upstairs, his teacher ordered a new piano.

Martha snuggled up to Rick. He smelled so good. So many questions she wanted to ask about his life. It made her wish he were still alive.

My time at the river did its trick. My spirit feels renewed. Ready to get back to work. New contract, two people to kill. Know one of ’em.

Dissatisfied with the automatic-submission system, I manually submitted you to the afterlife, ending your suffering and mine.

I enjoy my walks at twilight. It’s my favorite time of day. The moments between light and dark, good and evil, boredom and victim.

The fan blew out the smoke. There was Barb, empty packs all around. Most smokers kill themselves slowly; she had done it all at once.

Standing in front of you, I protected you from the gunman, but as the bullet approached, I saw it had your name on it, and stepped aside.

I filled the puppy with poison and took him to the nursing home. The terminally ill smiled and held him as he licked them to death.