AlwaysEpic wrote this short story which takes a darkly humorous route!

The fork's handle noticeably protruded from the man's jugular and right over his heart. He was shirtless the signs of struggle were fairly nonexistent. He got a few gasps of shock out of people who saw him. His vision was gone, but that did not mean his soul or conscious was. He was stiff and posed in an awkward position as some sort of sick humor.

The few gasps quickly turned to panic causing some disorder among the pedestrians and customers alike. He attempted to take a breath, but it was far more difficult than he remembered. A sound of struggle could not leave his body as he panicked. His forearm was crossed over his bare chest, his middle and ring finger put down as the others remained standing, forming a rock and roll symbol with his dominant hand.

His eyes were wide open, but didn't reflect joy or surprise, no emotion really. He couldn't get his eyes to pan over his surroundings, but he could hear. He heard the soft buzz of street lights. He heard screams? Possibly of terror maybe even if excitement. He attempted arch his head a bit to get a better listen, but found his head tilted in the opposite direction of the sound. It made listening way more difficult and nearly impossible, he was sadly stuck like that.

He was about to scream out in frustration only to find it unachievable. It felt as if the panic was hitting him even harder. Nothing he was trying was working out. He tried to think of anything else to try to carry out until the panic completely overtook him. It drowned him in a real darkness, not the one he was experiencing prior due to sightlessness.

His body was lifted and tossed away haphazardly without an obvious sign of actual care. He no longer had consciousness, forever remembered as some dude dumb enough to die by fork. He, not to mention many others, never expected a fork or two lined with a secret to put his body in into such a panic filled demise. It just sounds ridiculous and no one can blame you.