It's raining during the funeral. I slip in a puddle and fall on the path directly in front of the procession; the pallbearers stumble and drop the coffin on me. Some hours after being discharged from hospital, I unwittingly walk into an open manhole and die.
I get brained in the head with the phone, which, in conjunction with the paradox of Agent Standstorm Σ's death being retroactively prevented (thereby unravelling the very continuum of this thread), causes my head to explode.
The sonic boom from the explosion shatters every window within a hundred-mile radius.
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