What's not to like about drama?

"WELL... THAT WAS DRAMATIC."

Reginald Plunkitt sat up in a pool of red.

"Eh? Wot? Wot's 'appenin?" He looked around at the tall figure cloaked in black beside him.

"Oh. Did I, er... Am I dead then?"

"VERY"

"So, what was dramatic?"

"YOUR DEATH. IT WAS VERY... DRAMATIC."

"Is that a good fing then? You a fan of drama?"

"NOT REALLY."

"Oh." Reg looked around at the spattered remains. A city fox was busy dragging away something that wobbled.

"What's that? I never had one of them fings!"

"IT'S A LIVER MR PLUNKITT. IT WAS DEFINITELY YOURS."

"Was?"

"YES. WAS."

(In honour of Sir Terry Pratchett. Thank you for so much fun. And drama)