The golf ball hits Jesper right between the eyes and for a moment he suspects he’s dead. No such luck alas. He’ll probably have to settle for a severe concussion and this exceedingly painful bump.
Try again, he yells at the guy in the baggy pants at the other side of the driving range on the off-chance he might not think him a lunatic. Use a driver this time!
But the guy calls the police instead and Jesper, still wearing nothing but a sock on his privates, trudges off the range.
Tomorrow is another day, he tells himself. Another chance to achieve his goal of making the Wikipedia list of unusual deaths.
Little does he know he’ll croak of a common heart attack that night.
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