It wasn't my fault! He was in the way! I was just trying to shoot the wall behind him..
I thought I told him the gun was loaded...
What?...We were playing cops and robbers! What else do you expect? Was I just supposed to let him get away?
I had a cousin tell me this:
Okay, so you know at weddings how your grandma is always saying you're next, you're next. Well say that to her at a funeral.