Yup just as you expected, the invocation of legal refreshments gave you a third of a second to act. While all the cops are making brief eye contact to decide if they should ask you for free drinks or not you dive out the kitchen window. But ugh wait a minute. Is this thing made of glass or some kind of weird thick-ass polymer material, because it doesn't shatter. It just kind of fractures, and a huge jagged piece of it drags itself down from your forehead, through your left eye and cheek, cutting the tip off of your tongue and gashing out your chin on the way to a lot of really important veins and arteries on the side of your neck. Just blood. Blood blood blood. It's one of the main ideas in play while you're dying. You hope it doesn't feature too heavily in the bardo.