I hate it when people try to play practical jokes on me, especially if it is about a serious matter. Like a got in a car crash, or I won't be able to spend anytime with you today, or I slept in and got fired. (and then say just kidding).
I hate it because, after the cop told me that Preston had killed himself, I thought they were joking. It wasn't funny. I didn't believe them. How could you believe something like that? This kind crap doesn't happen to me, other people yes, but I am not 'other people' I am just me- normal, average, me.
Once I saw the agony in my in-law's eyes and the dismay on the cop's face, I knew. I knew he was gone for good. That's when I heard Preston speak to me so clearly, so distinct as if he was still alive; "I wish I could take it back, I am sorry."
Life never turns out the way you hoped, so practical jokes made to scare, or cause worry, they aren't fun, nor are they funny.
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