It came to me in a dream, and now I have to use in my NaNoWriMo story September 9, 2007
“Hey, Kurt?”
“Yeah?”
“I was just thinking…”
Kurt waited, and then spun his chair around. Chris was already facing him. “What? What were you thinking?”
“Do you ever wonder if, when Ed McMahon is having a bad day, he goes out into his back yard, looks up at the sky and shakes his fist? And then says, ‘Johnny, you bastard! How could you? How could you die and leave me here alone? We were supposed to go together!’” Chris was shaking his fist to demonstrate.
“No, I… can’t say it’s ever crossed my mind,” said Kurt carefully.
“Oh. Okay then.” Chris swung his chair back around to face his desk. Kurt stared at him for another moment or two before doing the same.
Awesome.