Eleven
Okay, Castle, I get it. Death is my "thing". I snuff it when I get back home and have a fun time of being a zombie before snuffing it again. I know that, I GET IT. I don't need it to happen in this craphole, too. Following me around like some sodding puppy. I'm not Jack, thank fuck, so I'd appreciate it if you didn't orchestrate my death again.
...Who the hell am I kidding. You're going to do it every chance you get. Har-bloody-har.