Hey now, that's a little extreme...I'd take a simple defenestration.

there's so much intrinsic joy in things that grow.

Make it an ancestor room and put creepy death masks from all your dead relatives on the wall so they can judge you for not bringing honor to your name.

Mexico Versus Nazis is a theme that’s really resonating with me of late

I was 7. Anyway, that's why I am the way I am.

A white spot soon appears on the cat's chest. At first he thinks its nothing, until the spot begins to resemble a hangman's noose. This, predictably, drives him insane with guilt so when a cop comes to his door he confesses immediately, fulfilling the cat's portent of doom.