The old man lived in the hills, away from everyone else. The postman assumed he didn't like people.
As he walked up the winding path, parcel in his hands, he tried to remember a year previously, as the parcel covered in 'Happy Birthday' stickers. He hadn't known it was the old man's birthday.
But it was also his death day, as he was lying dead when the postman arrived.
The postman decided he'd try and help out. He'd open the gift, write a letter back, report the death later on. Dying on your birthday...
The parcel was a bomb though.
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