Your view is too narrow. THE WORLD would be better off if he ate a fist full of xanax then had Katie yank the chair out from under him.
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Your scenario's missing a noose.
I figure he's a "Remember: It's down the road, not across the street." case.
While shitty eighties hits play in the background and the foam begins to disappear in the tub.
Or "Hey, Hey, My, My (Into The Black)" - like a razor blade POV bit.