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He goes into the hallway to find three removals workers in his house.
‘Hey what the hell are you doing?' They seem to ignore him and go into the sitting room.
‘Hey do you hear me? What the hell are you doing in my house?'
Outraged Mat goes into the sitting room.
‘Look at this he must have left the TV on. Waste of electricity.'
Switching off the TV the removals men grab the sofa and start to take it out, Mat still protesting.
‘Hey why are you doing this? Get out of my house!'
He follows the removals men into the hall when he gets a suprise as there is his Mum in the doorway.
‘Are you sure your okay Mrs Evans?'
‘I'll be fine thank you.'
Shocked Mat tries to grab his Mum's attention.
‘Mum what the hell is going on?' But she doesn't answer.
‘Mum it's me Mathew.'
Still no answer. Mrs Evans turns to one of the men and says,
‘I will really miss Mathew you know he was such a character.'
Mathew is shocked to hear his Mum say this and tries again to get her attention.
‘Mum you don't have to miss me I'm right here, Mother!'
It's as if no one can hear Mathew and he is so confused as the removals men take out the TV.
‘That's it I've had enough this stops now!'
Mathew stands in the way of them as they take the TV out but they just go straight through him. His heart sinks and his world collapses in around him. He can't believe it.
His Mum tells the removals men all about the whole torrid mess. She opens up to them. It's as if she can't keep it inside anymore.
Mat hears this and is stunned as it is just dawning on him that he is dead!

Next-door William is still talking to George.
‘Look at them taking his things out, it's his family I feel sorry for.'
‘Yes my heart goes out to them.'
‘It's a horrible way to go as well. Do you think they will catch the hit and run driver?'
‘I doubt it the police have no leads apparently.'
‘Still life goes on it's nice to see you William give my regards to the Mrs won't you.'
‘Yes I will thank you good bye George.'

George leaves as William looks on at Mrs Evans crying. His wife calls him.
‘William have you seen my glasses?'
No reply.
‘William!'
‘No I haven't seen them.'
‘Will you come in and help me look then?'
‘Yes of course.'
Looking over at next-door William suddenley seems quite smug.
‘Who says you can't choose your neighbours.'
With a chuckle to him self, William heads back inside closing the door behind.