mrs hayes takes a fork and stabs in her husband s neck rips his tounge from his throat and slashes at his fatty jowls it s just a dream a drunken dream but it makes her feel better 30 years of wasted mr hayes lives alone with his maid and cook get over here get over here christ you re an idiot 30 years of wasted life my small comfort when i go when i go is he ll be rotting in a home a breathing corpse open casket mr hayes when i go you gave me nothing no o o o o o 