When Typical walked out of the store, he spotted two guys in striped black suits.
Typical noticed these two right away – something just plain wrong about them, so he kept his wits about him as he headed on down the street.
Typical's suspicions were confirmed after a few paces – these guys were following him.
Typical broke into a run but turned into the wrong alley.
He turned 'round too late. The two guys were standing there, weapons cocked.
"Any last requests?" asked one of the wise guys.
"Errm… how about you 'don't shoot me'" said Typical with a smile.
And that's how he died, with a smile on his face.
Typical will be remembered.
In Memoriam: RIP: Typical