plafter
I was almost ready for the grave. All I had left to do was die. Dying was the hard part though. It may take another 80 years! Everything was in place. My goldfish and my pen collection was in my will. I just needed to eat one more cheeseburger and punch Bill O'Reilly in the nut sack. Almost there...
My broom is broken again. Back to the broom store. I browse their selection. Then, in disgust, I decide that life is better with dust and dirt and particles. Without particles we wouldn't exist. Then I decide the shopkeeper shouldn't exist and I swept him away with my butterfly knife.