‘What kind of ending is this?’ This question keeps racing through Daniel’s mind as he’s looking up at the blue Gaza sky with a medic kneeling beside him, slamming morphine shots into him. 

Daniel had always wanted to be an actor or a stand-up comedian. In school he was the class clown. In yeshiva he enjoyed asking the silliest questions while pretending to be dead serious. All his friends laughing as he was trolling the unsuspecting Rabbi. 

Alas for Daniel his acting career never took off. For that he blames his parents who pushed him to go into law school. There is nobody in the world that Daniel feels more envious of than Jewish actor Jonah Hill. His only solace is that Jonah Hill is fat and Daniel is not. Still, if that much fame came with some extra pounds, Daniel would accept the offer. 

As a lawyer he’s known as a cheeky fellow who looks to crack up a courtroom. His biggest triumphs include making the most serious judge chuckle and having two court cases thrown out, probably because his lightness and cheerful spirit had made the cases also seem light.

Before he got hit he had been making his buddies laugh. He had put rather erotic looking turqoise women’s undies over his uniform. He had sung ‘I kissed a girl and I think I like it’ as out of tune as he possibly could. 

Then the laughing had stopped and the cursing had started. 

His buddies had cowered in the corners of this apartment with no roof left. He was lying in the middle of the room. 

No words had ever terrified him more than the word he was hearing now, over and over again. 

‘Sniper.’ 

His buddies had called in an air strike to scare off the sniper. Even though they didn’t really know where the sniper was. They had also requested a tank to fire at the buildings in front of them. Eventually they had dragged Daniel to a different room, a safer one with no windows to offer snipers juicy opportunities. 

Daniel was still wearing the women’s undies. He didn’t want to die wearing women’s lingerie, but he couldn’t form any words. The sniper had hit him in the neck. 

Daniel was choking in his own blood and there really wasn’t anything funny about that. 

Luckily Daniel was a very meticulous person. He had been a damn fine lawyer actually. He had prepared his own obituary the day before he entered Gaza. 

To his parents’ horror, but everyone else’s delight, Daniel’s best friend read out the obituary. It was Daniel’s most accomplished moment as a comedian. People were torn between laughing and crying. Most were laughing, some managed to do both at the same time. 

The obituary did not mention the turquoise underwear.