Death

Girl: One of my favorite stories is about my dead friend Kim.
Guy: Oh, I love the dead Kim stories.

–Dos Cominos, Park Ave South

Overheard by: Scott

Guy #1: I don’t care about the goddamn pope anymore! What is it, it’s on the front page of every paper. Who cares?
Guy #2: I know, he’s going to die in a few years anyway.

–20th & 7th

Overheard by: Tom

Middle-aged woman: I just refilled my metrocard with $60.
Old woman: Really? I never put that much money on my card. I only put about $20 each time. What if I die? The money on that card will just sit there.

–M20 bus

Overheard by: Beatriz Vidal

Queer on cell: Yah, well, Terri Schiavo died this week, and so did the Pope. So it’s been a pretty good week.

–Chumley’s, Bedford Street

Overheard by: Initials

Girl on cell: Fuckety fuck fuck, I forgot to put on a tampon this morning. Shit, shit, shit! I’m screwed, Lizette, I’m screwed.

–Bensonhurst

Girl on cell: Don’t walk in the blood! Don’t walk in the blood! Oh ah aah!…Thanks lady, thanks for walking in the blood.

–Essex & Rivington

Overheard by: Nicole A.

Old Guy #1: Oh, he’s probably dead. That other guy too. What was his name?
Old Guy #2: And his friend, that writer. Haven’t seen him around either.
Old Guy #1: Do you remember that guy that used to play chess with you?
Old Guy #2: Yeah.
Old Guy #1: I just found out he’s dead too.
Old Guy #2: The city’s changing.

–9th St. between 1st & 2nd

Overheard by: Alex Romanovich

Woman, 40s: So why did he shoot himself?
Guy, 40s: I guess he must’ve been depressed.

–2 train

Overheard by: Susan Volchok

B&T chick: What I really liked about this guy is that he could write his name in cocaine. And underline it.

–Grand Central food court

Overheard by: Nathan K. Claus

Guy: All I want is for my relatives to die in a certain order.

–University Ave, Bronx

Overheard by: Kaitlen

Wife: Do whatever you want…it’s not my mother who died!

–JFK

Scary Punk Teenage Girl: Have you heard of this play Medea?
Not-so-scary Punk Teenage Guy: Yeah, that’s a good play. Have you heard of Arthur Miller?
Scary Punk Teenage Girl: Who?
Not-so-scary Punk Teenage Guy: Arthur Miller. He wrote Death of a Salesman.
Scary Punk Teenage Girl: No.
Not-so-scary Punk Teenage Guy: Oh, he died last week. He was 89.
Scary Punk Teenage Girl: Wow, that’s terrible. I didn’t even know that and I deliver newspapers.

–They Might Be Giants in-store, Border’s, Columbus Circle

Overheard by: Monica

Construction worker: …it was like, the biggest skull ever found or
some shit.

–44th & Madison

Teenage girl: I failed the math test so I told Ma I ain’t gonna graduate in June. I ain’t gotta do anything but stay black and die.

–6 train