He made a grunt and attempted to move his tightfisted left hand, before the gurgle of his final breath escaped his lips in a collapsing sigh, his eyes more cold and lifeless than ever before. His hand relaxed and a slip of paper could be seen.
And now, pick a number between 1 and Instant writing prompt. :D - I actually started reading this as chapter titles XD now THAT would be one crazy story. Looks like a fun creative-writing exercise for the kiddos