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A (very) short story from Graham Greene, taking the strange circumstance of Jerome's father's death. Jerome has supposed his father might have died in some form of glory - a hail of machine gun bullets, for example, but this is not the case.
‘I've had a telephone call, Jerome. From your aunt. I'm afraid I have bad news for you.'
‘Yes, sir?'
‘Your father has had an accident.' [...]
‘Did they shoot him through the heart?'
‘I beg your pardon. What did you say, Jerome?'
‘Did they shoot him through the heart?'
‘Nobody shot him, Jerome. A pig fell on him.'