“Is this going to go on much longer?”
“Less than I knew, more than I expected.”
“I can’t believe he chose this.”
“Why?”
“It’s a tragedy. A tragedy.”
“Such a waste.”
“Blimey, I haven’t seen him in years. Hasn’t he got fat?”
“Do you think he’s watching us? Do you think he’s laughing his arse off?”
*silence*
“I can’t imagine what it must be like.”
“Are you okay?”
“Angry. I feel angry. It’s so stupid and senseless and so typically like him.”
“I need a drink.”
“Milking it, much?”
“Makes you think I guess.”
“No.”
“Yeah, thanks a bunch.”
“He just wanted to be loved for fuck’s sake, why was that so fucking scary to him?”
“I didn’t really know him.”
“Someone’s going to have to sort it all out.”