‘Bitch,’ being the operative word, she thought to herself. That’s what she’d write about herself.
Agnus might have been dying but that wasn’t going to stop her from being a thorn in someone’s side until the very end. She was determined not to let people forget her.
As she thumbed through the morning obituaries she noted yet another two friends who had passed away. When you got to her age it was to be expected. All she knew, was that she wasn’t going to let anyone write anything other than the truth for her death notice. Too often people praised the dead and she knew she was no saint. Nope, her obituary was going to tell the world the truth, not some sugar-coated version of it.
Agnus, the Wicked Witch is dead. She was a pain in the arse till the very end.