"Godfather?" sputtered Uncle Vernon. "You haven’t got a godfather!" "Yes, I have,” said Harry brightly. “He was my mum and dad’s best friend. He’s a convicted murderer, but he’s broken out of wizard prison and he’s on the run. He likes to keep in touch with me, though… keep up with my news… check if I’m happy…”
When you hear your parents talking about you with other people in a different room…
AND THEN THEY START LAUGHING
"MAN THIS STORY I’M WRITING IS GONNA BE SO GOOD I’M SO PUMPED"
"I CAN’T WAIT TO DEVELOP THE SHIT OUT OF THESE CHARACTERS"
"HOT DAMN THAT ONE SCENE NEAR THE MIDDLE IS GONNA BE BITCHIN’"
"THIS PLOT TWIST IS THE SINGLE BEST IDEA I’VE EVER HAD IN MY LIFE"
~one hour later~
i had all these ideas and then
if I had a twin I would go into crowds of strangers and profess my love to someone and then say “if our love isn’t meant to be, I will go back in time and slap myself” and then my twin would burst in and slap me
didn’t lie that time…
Except she did. The whole point of that is that she didn’t go for the kill shot. She aimed to incapacitate, not kill.
No, the whole point is she did kill him. He flatlined. He was not responding to resuscitation efforts. They stopped CPR. When that happens, the person keeping the code form, records that time as the time of death.