Ritchie, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, sat on the edge of the worn-out sofa. He already knew about David's death.
The poor guy in the newspaper lay on the ground, head tilted, shot near the temple, shot in the neck, and about seven or eight times in the chest.
Human emotions are complex.
The relationship between David and Ritchie was the best among their group. David's death didn't instill fear in the others; many described his death as "he has returned to God's embrace."
As if being a member of the Holy Bell Party, returning to God's embrace was considered an honor.
It's strange, since it's such an honor, why don't they resolve each other—
Suicide can't grant entry into Heaven to listen to God's gospel, but they can kill each other, which would allow entry into Heaven.
No one does that. No matter how devout they claim to be to God, they've never thought of eagerly returning to God's embrace.
