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Jack Conrad Meadows sat in his chair in front of his computer contemplating eternal damnation, as the black tendrils of the cynical being within him thought,"yes, your going to hell Jack and there's nothing you can do about it! So there!" Because Jack knew perfectly well that setting up a motor trade insurence business that offered a free online customer quotation and rating box for it's general efficiency in the matter of motor trade insurance had not been a particularly intellectually spectacular idea on the simple basis that so far it had received only particularly nasty quotes like, "This business is a pile of ****!!!!!!!!!!!"

And Jack also knew that these comments were rightly earned, lets just say that if the celestial being that lives up in the clouds wouldn't have been to happy to here that Jack, as the motor trade insurence manager, wouldn't be able to cover anything remotely to do with his new(well not now) smashed up BMW that had recently been traded from Satan for a few eternally damned angels. Basically, in short, Jack Conrad Meadows was a truly incompetent motor trade insurence business manager who had made a huge amount of loss through investment in the wrong places of the market and possessed a clear failure to see that angering very rich and important people was bad for your business and overall your health due to the plain fact that they could afford the best thugs.

And after watching another far from magnanimous comment appear in his customer quotation box consisting of a paraphernalia of colourful threats including something about a sledgehammer and certain parts of his body that could be hurt severely very easily, Jack slumped back in his chair and muttered to himself despondently,"Why me? Stupid motor trade insurence business, wife's idea anyway. Humph." And with that he finally realised that his immediate future was somewhat shrouded in ambiguity. No money. Failing business. Failing family....his Computer froze for the 556th time that morning. "Failing computer!!" He shouted, his anger flaring up as he hit the side of the computer in irritation.

The computer monitor simultaneously fell off his desk and smashed, sending shards of glass over the room."AAAAAGGGGGHHHHH!!!!!" Jack roared in frustration. He slumped back in his chair, and started thinking thoroughly about his contemporary existence. His life had no evident purpose. I wonder what it is like after death, he thought. And with that he pulled open his desk draw and produced a small handgun, placed it to the side of his head and pulled the trigger. BANG!!!!! Jack Meadows died with only an expression of contempt on his face. Contempt for the world that only a few seconds ago he had lived in. The next morning it took quite a while for the cleaner to clean up the mess.