A gust of wind blew through, and the corpse hanging from the beam rotated gently like a dry leaf, its shoe tips casting trembling shadows on the floor.
A note was pinned to the collar of the deceased, bearing a farewell letter scrawled in hasty handwriting. The edges of the paper lifted in the night breeze, producing a slight rustling sound.
"Oh, unknown person, please accept the sincerest apologies of a dying man. Forgive me for choosing such a disgraceful way to say goodbye.
My wife passed away, and this house turned into a coffin; I don't have the courage to continue living.
Perhaps this is the intention of the ones in power, feeling we're bothersome, thinking we're wasting resources, and preferring not to see us anymore.
I tried to resist, but could not hold on.
Being dead, I can no longer argue anything. You may take away the items in the house; if they can be of use, it would be my honor."
