Axel didn't remember dying. The idea of dying peacefully in his sleep was off. Wrong. And totaly mystifying at that. No. He was healthy. If he's dead he should have died in a blaze of glory. Something memorable.

But his body was still lying in bed, unmoving and empty. And he was standing over it, more angry than sad.

Goddamn it, he tried his whole life to be sure people remembered him! He just couldn't accept his death being such a minor blip on the radar. Just quietly passing over without so much as a struggle.

This sucked.