Kath Leomo
Because I like to creatively kill my enemies with a gunshot to the brain and smashed kneecaps. This is Kath's brain. This is Kath's brain working overdrive.

For the sake of this obituary, let's call her Erica. She is a next-door neighbor. She died at the young age of 21.

Cause of Death: Blind madness to nag and love.
Time of Death: 01:43am

Because heartbreaks are little heart-attacks.
       The way Erica died didn't prove to be a mystery. Everybody saw it coming, but none had the courage to admit it. Her husband was having affairs. (don't go whispering in corners, everybody knows) All everybody did was smile, shook their heads and darted sideway glances.
       That fateful day was a Monday. She was crossing the streets when she saw them: driving away to Roxas blvd with the sunset in their eyes. The next series of events were accident cliches. At 21 she died of a heart attack.

Last Wish: Let that woman come to her funeral. She'll make sure they'd be acquainted.
 
 
The Night Starts Here: Mendiola
The Very Thing: contemplative
Celebration Guns: We Will Become Silhouettes || The Postal Service