(another thread locked. this was going to be one of my favorite rps. Thank's wert.)
Henry, was in dress uniform, in a cheap motel room. He was sitting on the bed. He opened his flask, and took a deep drink of the contents within. He loaded the chambers of his service revolver, put the barrel against his head, and pulled the trigger. The gunshot echoed throughout the building, and when someone rushed in, they found a headless Henry. The End.