Under certain circumstances, suicide wasn't just acceptable, but noble — the true gentleman's final act. If they were going to do this thing, he wanted to do it and get it behind him. The snow closed back around them, cutting off their momentary view of the trucks, but Jonesy knew that Mr Gray would have no trouble finding the turnpike. He was left standing there as the daylight returned.
The stench was immediate and enormous, but Pearly appeared not to notice. He killed the engine. Mr Gray was just getting warmed up. He looked dead but wasn't.
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