BARRY: 

This is a whisper from the other side.  

Whoever did this to me – I don’t know who you are, because I didn’t see you.  You came up from behind so quickly.  Whoever you are, I just want to say, I’m sorry, for whatever it was I did.  I don’t bear a grudge, and I won’t haunt you. 

I did so many things. 

I’m sorry to that kid in the children’s home, whose name I don’t even remember, whose sandwich I snatched and then stamped on, and made him eat it. 

I’m sorry to that homeless guy I spat on. 

I’m sorry to all those people I stole from when I hit hard times.  It was only because I needed the money.  I got no pleasure from it. 

I’m sorry to all the people I lived with, who probably thought I was an irritating tosser.  You were all right to think that. 

I’m especially sorry to Foxy, for flicking those crisps at her the day before I died. 

I’m sorry, Foxy.  Truth is, I quite liked you.  There’s something about you that I can’t quite explain.  It doesn’t matter now. 

Finally, I just wanted to say sorry to myself. 

Sorry, Barry. 

I’m so sorry, Barry. 

Things could have been so, so very different. 

Is anyone actually listening?