Laurel

Today is the perfect day to die. Bernard is the type of man that accomplishes all that he sets out to - and easily. He's intelligent, hardworking, and completely unfamiliar with failure. His only complaint - the singular source of the inner anger bubbling within him - is that no one else in the world recognizes that. It's time to force them to. Bernard's had enough. Enough of the complete absence of respect in his life, of being looked down upon, of being the only person in the world - it seems - who truly sees the reality of his life and what he deserves acknowledgment for.

Susan is the epitome of the happy housewife, contentedly conducting her daily ritual of cleaning her home and keeping everything just as it should be. Wrapped up in her own little world within those familiar walls, she hardly notices the altogether different arrival in her own back yard. She may ignore the sudden shaking beneath her slippered feet, she might even neglect to spot the conspicuous sight itself - but she can't evade the stench. Something's wrong. Very wrong.

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Today is a day like any other on Earth. People wake and work. Minds plug into electronic devices. Social networks spark with spontaneous brain sputterings. And news anchors across the globe offer an ounce of vital information for every pound of mind-numbing nonsense.... Then, the figurative bomb hits. Screens are ablaze, and radio is abuzz with a news flash like no other: Earth has been inherited. The planet has a new owner. And he's not happy to find his endowment overrun by a planetary pestilence.

It's impossible but it's on-screen. He's captured - on camera - the scene of his own death. One weekday to the next, Trevor quietly fulfills his roles as loving husband and father-to-be, trusted best friend, and dependable employee. He's chosen normality, routine, simplicity, even predictability: everything he never had as a child. And he prefers it that way. And then comes Saturday. The weekends are Trevor's alone. On the weekends, Trevor is king.