It was a funny thing to die. It wasn't like what happened in video games though in my head I could see it doing just that like they would in the very game I was playing before I left. Unlike the game though I couldn't reset and start over. It was almost comical how short the part I played was. I suppose most people have their own opinion of what it's like to pass on. I suppose during the last moments of life would be a time to reflect. To think back on all you ve done or some shit. It's kind of funny that my last thoughts were something similar to; "Ow! That Fucking hurt, Why didn't I finish that game before I left, I wonder how Mello's doing, and am I going to be able to finish this last cigar."
Pretty pathetic isn't it? Then again that was my life in a whole. Play video games, wonder what Mello was thinking and/or doing, and if I can finish my cigar. I suppose being the third successor of L or whatever I could have done more with my time, but it wasn't like I wanted anything like that. Mello sure as hell liked to make a big deal about it though. Something about me being a useless lump of wasted space. It's kind of funny how much of my life revolved around the jerk. Not that he ever noticed. Everything to him was about surpassing Near and eating inhuman amounts of chocolate. It doesn't matter anymore though. I'm dead so I guess none of it matters now. I kind of wonder if anyone will miss me, though it is doubtful with how very few people even met me let alone will miss me. Mello and Near most certainly will not I promise you that. I guess this is it though; it's kind of pointless for me to hang out around here anymore. This is Mail Jeeves signing out.
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