Remnants

When I thought about my death, which I'd actually done because my mom had died just a few years before, I'd assumed I'd go out the normal way- I'd overeat until I was morbidly obese and die of a heart attack in my sixties, like every other respectable red-blooded American. If you'd told me that a killer clown was going to stab me to death, I might have even believed that.

What actually occurred was not my death, although it might as well be, and I don't even know why I'm writing all of this ...