Kevin worked hard for his Masters degree. He burned the midnight oil, burned the candle at both ends, and burnt himself out.
As he dragged his way to the office to hand in his proof, his shattered soul poured into nearly six hundred pages of hard-won arguments and logic, he passed the submissions of his classmates, all answering the same fundamental question:
“How can you prove that you exist?”.
Pages and pages of deep, meaningful discussion sat alongside one neatly typed A4 sheet, with two words:
They would have heard the thud as what was left of Kevin hit pavement, if Kevin had been real.