A blind man and his guide dog enter my bus in mid conversation with another embarking passenger:
Blind man: I miss everything. I miss all the good stuff. That dude that jumped from the 12th floor and landed on the sidewalk a few weeks back? I didn’t get to see that. I miss all the good stuff I tell you.
A bloody, gory, skerplat! death (that’s what I imagine a body sounds like landing on the sidewalk) — Yeah, that’s the good stuff!