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Nick's undertakers had to carry his body from his small flat, down the three flights of winding, narrow stairs, to the ground floor and out into the street.
His life had come to an end prematurely; he was only 32 and had died from slipping in the shower.
Watching the sorry procession - three sweaty men carrying a covered bier, one caretaker carrying the keys - a melancholy mood settled among the bystanders. It was such a silly and meaningless accident, therefore it could have happened to any of them.
- Well, his neighbour said, finally, with a pious sigh. It was a blessing in disguise really, it was just as well for him to pass away so quietly, the poor man, you know he had really fallen behind with the instalments on that new stereo of his.