I Dreamt That I Had Reluctantly Agreed to Be Executed

Along with my Composite Male Friend (now only 30% Jake!). I'm not sure why the occupying powers that be were so insistent that we not be allowed to live, but they had their reasons. We opted for close range bullet-to-the-head style, no blindfold. The trouble was, there was only one executioner, and the two of us, sitting tied together. There was much discussion on the part of the CMF as to whether it would be more chivalrous to go first or second. I was very upset, and kept asking him to quit the chivalry; I wouldn't be around long enough to be impressed. I don't remember which we decided on, but when it was all said and done, I concluded that dying actually didn't hurt that much.