The unhappy Nick wracked his old brain,
Until his breathing grew laboured and pained.
Somewhere, something deep down inside popped!
And with a groan and a gasp, his heart finally stopped.
This is part six of a larger story for Christmas. All parts are in the form of a stanza of a poem. Check back tomorrow for part seven!
Joshua G. J. Insole 
Before I read the last line I wanted to scream: “Nooooooooo! Heart attack?”
And then came the last line. Or is all not what it seems? It has to be, because otherwise the story would be over.
Perhaps all is what it seems… 😉
“Death is not the end.” – Nick Cave
Stop confusing me!