The Gucci tote bag sits on the bed.

It’s so cold in the room that Felix’s breath steams.

A fly lands on his hand.

Felix unzips the tote bag.

He stares into it, quizzically.

It’s filled with red and black confetti.

He brushes the confetti away.

Something reveals itself.

“No,” Felix says.

The bomb swallows Felix up, vaporizing him instantly. He literally disappears. There’s nothing left.

- Glamorama (Bret Easton Ellis)