I Really Don’t Lie

“Mom, that outfit is hideous. You look like a giant baboon.”

“Dad, you’re a terrible chess player. Your skills are so weak. I only play with you because I’m afraid you’ll hit me. Otherwise, I wouldn’t want to play with you at all.”

“Uncle, your jokes aren’t funny at all. And you tell them every holiday, and whenever you get the chance. You’re seriously annoying.”

“Boss, I’ve put up with you for long enough. Every time I see you nagging away, I want to beat the crap out of you. You’re such a pain.”

The protagonist died. This book... isn’t over.