Ploink!
Your house has disappeared and you are now sitting in a nice garden in a beautiful garden chair. Unfortunately it's also snowing hard and freezing. You try to call for help but to no avail. Your yelling is muffled by the snow and the wind around you, and nobody comes to help you. You DIE and stay in the chair, preserved by the cold until spring. When the snow has melted away they find your horribly misshapen body, broken by frost and wind and hail and snow. Since everybody has forgotten about you during the harsh winter you are buried in an unmarked grave with only some people from the city council present.
I wish I knew where these horrible fantasies come from.
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