You stand by the fence, hoping your neighbor will come back out and you can talk some sense into her. You know it will be tricky because of her mental problems and uncontrollable anger, but you are sure that if you are reasonable and patient, she will come around like anyone else. After all, you are truly causing her no harm at all.
After a couple minutes, the back door to Martha's house opens with a bang. She is standing there, the right side of her body completely limp, a giant revolver in the other hand. She aims it at you and fires.
The semi jacketed hollow point bullet explodes your torso. What a strange feeling. The last thing you see is the sky.
You are now dead.
The End