Chapter 8
Instead of giving him a verbal answer, Sydney merely turned her laptop computer towards him. The article was still visible on the page so he could see for himself what she found out with her having to explain it to him. With a furrowed brow, Michael leaned forward and Sydney watched his eyes scan over the page. Once finished reading, he sat back against the back of the sofa and stared down at the screen. “I was killed,” he began slowly, “by a couch… I was killed by a couch…”
At this repetition, Sydney let out a choked bit of laughter. Quickly, she covered her mouth with her hands, trying to muffle her laughter. She fought harder not to laugh as he turned his head and looked at her strangely. She did not find his death funny in the least, it was merely the way he said how he died she found amusing.
“Oh, this is funny, is it? You think my death is funny?” Michael challenged. [/quote]
ok this reminds me of Dead Like Me when the main girl was killed by a toilet falling out of a space station and hurtling toward earth. it's like, tragically funny. hahahahaha