“James Burnham was shot and killed yesterday,” the reporter on the TV says as James pours himself coffee, smirking in his dressing gown as he makes his way over to his luxurious hotel bed.

How did he end up like this? Nobody to public enemy number one; in a hotel room, listening as the news announces his death?

It all started a week ago after he’d posted some unsavoury things online and been doxed by some internet slueths.

Out of fear for his life he’d been put under police protection, but the power of the truly scorned cannot be matched and they found him. And yes they did shoot and kill him.

But in death he didn’t find repentance, he found luxury.

At the great reception of the damned he paid for his room. And having been rich with hate in life, he had money to burn.

So he laughs as all true villains do from his hotel room in hell, living … well existing in splendour. But do not feel too disheartened for he is still in hell and in hell the demons are not above pissing in your coffee.