JUST A short story

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>"God dammit doctor we're losing him!"
>The man on the operating table begins to convulse while stuttering "J...uuus..."
>"He's experiencing severe fund loss, he's going into shock" the nurse screams as the heart moniter begins to blare
>"Ju...juuuuusttt.."
>The man, now in his last dying throes, is somewhere far away in his mind. He's amongst a crowd, one he hasn't seen in years, and they're all smiling at him. He feels warm as the pain begins to leave him.
>"And the winner of the Oscar for best actor goes to...BRENDAN FRASER!!!"
>The crowd erupts, and as the man gets up from his seat toward the stage he feels the touch of all of his old colleagues. Like a clown fish in coral he feels their hands brush against him, congratulating him on his effort, and he feels a happiness swell up inside of him. Something he hasn't felt in years.
>"Jesus he's flatlining" the head doctor says as him and his staff begin to scramble and revive the man.
>Back in his dying dream the man finishes his walk to the stage steps and stops upon seeing a man he might once have known waiting for him. The strange-haired stranger, in full dentist attire, puts his hand on the mans shoulder and looks deep into his eyes. "This is it. They're waiting for you". The man nods, knowing full well that this is the greatest moment of his life. He's young again, his hair long and untattatered, and his body strong as an ox. He walks on stage to the warm, enveloping cheer of the crowd. He's finally home.
>The doctors close the mans bright blue eyes, who are no longer a deep and veiny red. "Call it", the head doctor states somberly. "Time of death, 04:20. The cause, alimony".