AN: I picture this to be around the middle of season 2. Before Michael met Holly or had anybody for that matter.
When Michael Scott died, there was no news coverage of it. Nobody was there to hold his hand, to comfort him and tell him he was going to be alright. His "friends" wouldn't even know it happened until the next day.
He always pictured he would die an old man. His kids would grieve him. His wife would grieve him. His fans too... couldn't forget them. There would be a memorial service for him and millions of people would watch as his name flashed across the screen at the Oscars ceremony that year. But none of that happened, of course.
No, what happened was this. He laid on the hard pavement of New York City for almost twelve minutes as blood gushed from his ribs. He whimpered and cried. Someone ran after the mugger. Someone called the police. People stood there and watched him writhe in pain and cough up blood. But nobody held his hand...
As the minutes ticked past, Michael didn't say anything meaningful. In fact, his last words happened to be "please don't hurt me." Nothing at all what he had imagined. There was no grand exit... he just stopped breathing... and it was over. He was gone, as if he was never here, and what did he do while he was here?
It was all so meaningless... life that is.