Death & Taxes

Date: 10/22/2019

I’m walking through a big house that feels vaguely familiar. There’s an older couple having dinner at a table without saying a word. I can tell it’s close to Christmas because there are a ton of gifts under their tree. I keep going through rooms and recognize the younger sister of Marco (this guy I used to know) and on the couch of the living room there’s a body covered in a blanket. I assume the worst but I ask her anyway, and she tells me that her brother died driving drunk. I hug her and she starts to cry.