Sumit was in tears, laughing. Benefits of watching a movie a month late. The hall had no more than 10 viewers. He sat in the last but one row, which was, strangely – his favorite.
The movie was hilarious but the guy behind him kept laughing louder than him; way after the joke had ended. Initially Sumit ignored him. He didn’t want to get distracted, but it slowly crept into his nerves like an unwanted twitch.
The next time, Sumit turned. “Hey, shut up, you...”
But there was nobody behind him. He scanned the empty row, feeling like a jack-ass.
A bit shaken, he barely turned back to the screen, when something pulled his neck back roughly, almost bending it over his seat; and a voice whispered in his ear, “Nobody tells me what to do in this movie hall, get it?”
Cops stood around the medical examiner, who shook his head sympathetically at Sumit.
“Probably died due to extreme laughter. See how wide his mouth has opened. Cardiac arrest.”
“What a way to die,” a constable commented from behind.