Vultures, predators, scavengers waited.

Patiently perching, waiting for me, the regular supplier of dead bodies. A properly dead naked one was rolled to them, and they went to work. I was now assured that another enemy mine, will never stand in my way.

Drive back was long, but my mood was happy. So happy that I did not see the car, following me all the time. Car with a nosy TV journalist in it.

When home, I barely sipped my copy and ate a sandwich, when I heard voices before my house. I took my cigs, to light one, and went to see what was going on.

Noisy newsman reported my private cemetary and reaction was immediate. TV, press, bloggers, noisy one, rights groups, all saw it and starter pouring in my direction.

I stepped out.

Vultures, predators, scavengers waited.