If love is in the details then love me for leaving this note at the gate where you drive in. Fifty feet from our front door you can begin to deal with the scene. You can begin to deal with my absence. You already knew it was coming. You knew I would gas myself to death on my own misery. Call the Gas Company and Police. That’s why I got you the mobile phone. After the gas clears at least I will be all together as when you saw me last. No mess to clean up. Those shotgun blowouts must be terrible. Anyway love is in the details. There is no mess. There is this note. There is this painful goodbye.