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His head fell back, his eyes rolled up so that only the conjunctiva were visible, his tongue lolled out and hung along his cheek as only a cartoon dead person with X’s for eyes can do, and a long sigh escaped his chest as a final exhalation. The blood -- that which hadn’t already left the body -- started to settle and coagulate in the least elevated portions of his body. The electrical charges which had been separated within his nerves slowly drifted together again, the prodigal electrons or ions (whichever) coming home again. There were most likely individual cells that didn’t realize what had happened, and continued their work for a few minutes longer, before they realized that no more food was coming and that the garbage men had gone on strike. These last holdouts, walled up in their homes, starved to death surrounded by piled up waste. Swee could feel his skin cooling, degree by degree, the thermal death throes much more prolonged than the biological ones.