(100 words, no more)

“May he rest in peace,” a voice said outside the coffin.
“I won’t, until you go away,” whispered Tim inside.
“Did you hear that?” asked someone else. “As if…”
“Your mind’s playing tricks. It’s the grief. Let’s go.”
“But what if Tim’s still alive? There were cases…”
“You know how they found him. Tim was a great player, but this time he lost. Nobody lives with a severed, missing head.”
“Indeed,” said Tim, listening to the fading footsteps. “Nobody does. Except those who use cheat codes and know where to look.”


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