It was a cliché, but he died onstage. His heart gave out when his set was just heating up. He struggled to breathe, the stool fell from under him, and that was it. The only bright light he ever saw was the spotlight.
He was still at the comedy club after they rushed out his body. The little stage was the only place where he had really felt alive. Why should he spend the afterlife anywhere else?
He was still working out how to communicate, but was already working on a new set. He was going to knock ‘em dead.

“Comedy Club Sofia” by Petyabogdanova is licensed under CC BY-SA 4.0.

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