So, he dies and goes to heaven, and heaven is Manchester in 1973.
Or, we could say, he commits suicide and goes to Manchester in 1973 as his eternal punishment, but, by the mercy of God, he gets a nice bird.
It just occurred to me that possibly the reason I liked it, was that I was in Manchester in 1973.
You know that thing where a smell will powerfully bring back a memory? To this day, the smell of pitch or tar will give me a kind of spacial, temporal shift and I am, myself, for a moment, standing in Manchester in 1973. So I know how he feels.
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