"We'll do it in the ditch below this window to not make a mess. My maid is covering the ditch afterwards. I have paid her in advance for this job. As for legal procedures she won't bother the police. I did try to arrange for our estates to be taken as compensation for the legal procedures but to no avail. All of us have informed our relatives and there will be no contact made to them afterwards either. Now, before we start I might remind everyone the purpose of this arranged disposal." The nondescript middle aged man sitting behind a banquet table clears his throat and continues the speech.
"Art is non-essential craft. What doesn't benefit anyone. Being an empty sandbag. Slapping random clays together instead of making a container. If you're an artist of older age the best contribution you could make to yourself and everyone around you is to kill yourself. It's too late for you to learn a profession. You're not useful in the way a doctor or farmer is. You're just a waste of space. You don't deserve the honor of prosecution for being so useless either. Just quietly kill yourself knowing you're doing yourself and everyone a favor by ending your burden." He pauses for a moment and continues: "Well," He stands up. "No excuses. Just hurry."161Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFCzit0wTj0
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As he finishes he walks to the window and quietly falls into the ditch. Others follow him in line. A minute later the room is empty.
