"Then we saw them, just for a moment, like two featureless black silhouettes caught inside a furnace, joined at the hip, their hands stretched outward, as though they were offering a silent testimony about the meaning of their own lives before they stepped backward into the burning lake that had become their new province."
From Cadillac Jukebox, by James Lee Burke
Holy shit, man - I don't even know what to say about this one. The couple is rich, they are a couple of scumbags who shit on the little man, they are criminals, they are caught inside their palatial home which is burning to the ground. This is their death scene. I am happy because they deserve it.
But it's that "silent testimony about the meaning of their own lives" thing that gets to me. I don't know if they are repentant or filled with regret, or maybe just don't give a shit, but they are going to hell and they know it.
All of us deserve a chance to make silent testimony about the meaning of our lives before we die. A brief moment to protest our fate or celebrate our life.
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