Earlier that week, Christmas Day to be precise, I'd finished Revolutionary Road by Richard Yates, which is a totally awesome novel. I was actually going to jump with a copy, not only because it would have been kind of cool and would have added a bit of mystique to my death, but because it might have been a good way to get more people to read it. But the way things worked out, I didn't have much preparation time, and I left it at home.