My personal favourite post from this thread. You're a dead man, Yoda.
There I lay, on the cold Pittsburgh sidewalk, my head turned to the side, looking at the falling snow. The snow is white, clean...
pure...untainted by scandal or violence. Slowly, crimson begins to appear in my peripheral vision. The heat of my blood evaporates the snow at first, but cools as it flows away from the back of my head. The further it flows, the more it cools, until eventually it combines with the snow to create a gruesome sludge.
What a fool I've been. The horrifying admixture is a recipe written by my recklessness.
I start to lose myself. I'm sleepy. I know this is it. I look straight up into the sky, facing the direction I hope I'll be traveling when this is finally over. And with my dying breath, I whisper something only the snow can hear:
"cinemaafficionado was right."